She never cried, she never
cried,
neither the day when someone
died.
She never cried, she never
cried,
I fell down but she never
cried.
And then, one day, when I told
her
I was in love with her sister,
I saw her cry, I saw her cry,
when she fell down I saw her
cry.
I didn’t say anithing else,
don’t want to hurt her, but
she cries,
cries every moment,
everywhere,
and I don’t know what’s wrong
with her.
My Alyson, I love you so,
but I can’t push you to the
end.
So Alyson, don’t cry for me;
just let the flames began,
bringin’ me empty,
and let me die, ‘cause it’s my
time,
and you’re the one for me.
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