it´s true

Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!
Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!

For love of you, the air, it hurts,

and my heart,

and my hat, they hurt me.



Who would buy it from me,

this ribbon I am holding,

and this sadness of cotton,

white, for making handkerchiefs with?



Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!




For love of you, the air, it hurts,

and my heart,

and my hat, they hurt me.



Who would buy it from me,

this ribbon I am holding,

and this sadness of cotton,

white, for making handkerchiefs with?



Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!