"How can I do to forget you?

I'd say - my God what have I done?

When I was dressed with my black clothes,

If I gave my love to you without notes,

Now, my God! - Where have I gone?

I allow that she has all reazon,

When she calls, at night, my name,

The fear, the tear of her is the same,

And I never more will be reazon.

I can't forget the day that I lost her,

In that november which never goes to pass,

Where my unhappy soul stayed.

How I'd give my life for have her again,

Because she's the best woman alive,

And I'll have forever it vagabond love.