If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for you,
I would do, yes I'd do, I'd walk through desserts and valleys and to prove,
to prove my love is all yours, it's my charge maybe sometimes
You stay every day in your place, waiting for me and
and digging my hole, and sinking my joy and before I should know, no,no
No one changes, why I am so selfish, it's done
You're wasting my patience and now
you shout me, you cry to me, you don't understand it's too late: i'm gonna leave you baby
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for somebody again, I don't know, lord I don't know, maybe I'd walk through desserts and valleys to be only a castaway, I'd walk, walk along by the highways
Your messages, your phone calls won't change the end of the song
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
And you can call me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, your messages won't change the end of this sad song
(What can I do...)
I would do, yes I'd do, I'd walk through desserts and valleys and to prove,
to prove my love is all yours, it's my charge maybe sometimes
You stay every day in your place, waiting for me and
and digging my hole, and sinking my joy and before I should know, no,no
No one changes, why I am so selfish, it's done
You're wasting my patience and now
you shout me, you cry to me, you don't understand it's too late: i'm gonna leave you baby
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for somebody again, I don't know, lord I don't know, maybe I'd walk through desserts and valleys to be only a castaway, I'd walk, walk along by the highways
Your messages, your phone calls won't change the end of the song
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
And you can call me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, your messages won't change the end of this sad song
(What can I do...)