Tormento

Is it true what people say
that you go around throwing my love away.
Will it be true that this way, cowardly
you amuse yourself by making fun of my love.
I can't believe that you are so little
that you forget that I have given you my life.
Is it true that my dearest illusion
has failed me... I can't believe it.

I want you now face to face
to tell me frankly
that other people have spoken.
Soon, I want you to tell me
everything, everything.
I want it to come out of your mouth
so that I don't go crazy (crazy for man)
by dint of doubting.

If you knew what this doubt is,
if you felt it tearing your soul apart,
if you understood how bitterly
I wonder if I lost my dignity.
Could it be true that it is not worth it
to sacrifice life and give everything,
that it is the same to be perjured as to be good.
without hope, faith or charity.
(For the man):
that it is the same to be evil as to be good,
that all is mud, and all is falsehood.

I want to know and at the same time
the fear is killing me
of seeing that everything is true.
How can I love you
so much, so much,
that I beg you not to speak,
not to tell me anything
so that I can live.