With the sunset
I will leave here
I will leave without you
I will go away from you
with a pain inside of me
I swear to you, my dear,
that it is not lack of love
but it is better this way
One day you will understand
that I did it for your own good,
that everything was for you
The boat in which I will leave
carries a cross of oblivion
carries a cross of love
and on that cross without you
I will die of boredom
The boat in which I will leave
carries a cross of oblivion
carries a cross of love
and in that cross without you
I will die of boredom
The boat in which I will leave
carries a cross of oblivion,
carries a cross of love
and on that cross without you
I will die of boredom.