On a guitar I knew mi, la, re,
I have learned at last to take a bar,
Only for you I dreamed to sing songs,
With only you to look at summer’s stars
I have paid for the skill of not being so trustful

My heart is not broken,
And my soul is not torn for you,
My heart is from granite,
But a piece has broken away by itself.

My guitar does not play any more,
And my poor heart poor mine is silent now
But I want to rescue the love,
I simply saying silently to you, forgive me
I have paid for the skill of not being so trustful

My heart is not broken,
And my soul is not torn for you,
My heart is from granite,
But a piece has broken away by itself.