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If you could see, old lady, what a dream I had,
I dreamt I was coming home again...
More beautiful than before, nicer than ever..,
And when she saw me alone, she began to cry...
Dressed in white, just like a picture,
her hands in supplication begging forgiveness,
Suddenly she approached me, close to my bed.
and kissed me on the forehead, old lady!...

Why was she mean to my sweetheart?
If I was good, I gave her everything?
Instead, she, she stained my name,
the most sacred thing for me!...
I do not hate her, nor do I curse her,
nor do I say: I'll kill her, what for!...
Here they are made and here they are paid.
God help her, poor woman!...

What a sleepless night, what a long night!
I can't fall asleep thinking of her love.
The hours go by and I'm still awake
and always thinking about that betrayal...
They lied their eyes, they lied their lips,
her kisses were false and her love was false...
I on the other hand was good, I watched over her life
and I put my faithful heart in her hands!....