Don't cry for me, my love
No need for flowers either

For cheating is a death
And mine was splendid
I kissed his eyes, the sweetest dose
In his bed I trembled

And he was not a regret
Neither were you, my love

If cheating meant dying
I died,
The love we were trying
I tried

If cheating is dying,
I died the sweetest death
For dying beside him
was not a regret

Don't cry for me my love,
I am not worth it

If liars die,
Then I have died among them,
For this pleasure I shall cry,
Tears of joy is what I call them

Although I am young
I have tasted love
Love so strong
I am not willing to absolve

Last words, my love
Don't cry for me
I am not worth it,
If loving him meant dying
I died
And it was worth it.