I'm writing your name my darling On the old poplar You're writing my name my darling In the sand on the path And tomorrow it will rain On the wounded stories Your name will remain my darling And my name will be erased I talk about you my darling To my the people in the neighborhood You talk about me my darling To a spring of water And when they burn the midnight oil Beneath the lamps of the evening They talk about you my darling And I am forgotten And you gave me a flower I showed it to my friends I put it in my book I planted it on my pillow I gave you a vase You didn't take care of it And you weren't concerned with it And so the gift went to waste And you tell me you love me You don't know how much That you still love me.
The last 2 lines should me: If you really love me then why ? please .. why?
