If she goes, don't forgive her.
If she breaks up, nurture well your hatred.
Never forget easily, if she leaves.
If she breaks up, never say goodbye
or "what a shame", don't ask for forgiveness.
Never go over your old photographs,
and, looking at her in the eyes,
present her with your eternal hatred.
If she leaves, don't ever try to understand her.
Curse every step she takes.
Never believe her farewells, her promises, her explanations.
And cause tears and pain,
let her conscience burn as the sun,
let the parting cut her like a razor.
Don't be fool: she's the murderer.
Because when she leaves,
somebody will meet her at the corner.
In somebody else's arms she will laugh, with different lies
she will say "I love you, I've been waiting for you so long".
And she will forget you, everything will be dead,
and that autumn would have never been yours.
Why lie? Let her take,
even if it's for a short while, your hatred forever.
