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
 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