She does not like me anymore But I like her anyway Too bad, too bad She is no longer my little Too bad, too bad
For it is not easy to recover A long lost love For she was a flower, a flower She was The others were basil The others were basil She was a flower She was sent a flower in my heart Heart,
She does not like me anymore But I like her anyway Too bad, too bad She is no longer my little Too bad, too bad
But I will not cry I'm going to sing Because life goes on Because life goes on And I will not be alone In the middle of the street on the street Waiting for someone to give me a hand