"TO LIVE LIKE THAT IS TO DIE OF LOVE" Camilo Sesto

Always he betrays the reason
And it dominates the heart,
Not to fight against the love.
Always I go away to inspiring love
Of whom of my he does not inspire love,
And it is because of it for that my soul weeps.
And already I cannot any more,
Always the same history repeats itself
And already I cannot any more,
I am fed up with rolling as a treadmill.
To live like that is to die of love,
As love I have the wounded soul,
For love, I do not want mas life that his life,
Melancholy.
To live like that is to die of love,
I am a beggar of his kisses,
I am his friend
And I want to be some kind of mas that it,
Melancholy.
Always he gets hold of my being
My serenity turns madness,
And it fills me with bitterness.
Always I go away to inspiring love
Of whom of my he does not inspire love
And it is because of it for that my soul weeps.
And already I cannot any more,
Always the same history repeats itself
And already I cannot any more,
I am fed up with rolling like