On a guitar I knew mi, la, re, I have learned at last to take a bar, Only for you I dreamed to sing songs, With only you to look at summer's stars I have paid for the skill of not being so trustful My heart is not broken, And my soul is not torn for you, My heart is from granite, But a piece has broken away by itself. My guitar does not play any more, And my poor heart poor mine is silent now But I want to rescue the love, I simply saying silently to you, forgive me I have paid for the skill of not being so trustful My heart is not broken, And my soul is not torn for you, My heart is from granite, But a piece has broken away by itself.