There's smoke in the pub, the guitar sings,

My heart aches, it tears my soul apart.

She dances in the lights and doesn't notice,

As I watch, my love will answer.

Ah, love-villain, how cruel you are,

I got the pain, you only got the rhythms of rock.

I'll pour a glass again, the melancholy is so deep,

And in your dreams, alas, it's not me, not me, not me.

Your smile shines like lightning,

But not for me, alas, not for me.

Your eyes are like a page of heaven,

And I'm just a shadow in the embrace of a cold day.

Ah, love-villain, how cruel you are,

I got the pain, you only got the rhythms of rock.

I'll pour myself a glass again, the melancholy is so deep,

And in your dreams, alas, it's not me, not me, not me.

The guitar plays, quietly cries

About my fate, about my melancholy.

All the poems about love are carried by the echo,

And her heart is forever locked.

Ah, love-villain, how cruel you are,

I got the pain, you only got the rhythms of rock.

I'll pour myself a glass again, the melancholy is so deep,

And in your dreams, alas, it's not me, not me, not me.

It's dark in the pub, the guitar has fallen silent,

My love has gone, leaving no trace.

And only melancholy in a quiet whisper somewhere

Will sing to me about how unrequited...

I've loved you for many years.

I've loved you for many years.