The priest finished the mass
They are now married
Everything was prepared
And the moon was special
On that night of love
They answered the questions of that ritual
The priest asks if anyone objects
And I, sitting in the back row
Almost stood up and shouted the truth
And I, sitting in the back row
Almost stood up and shouted the truth
And I felt like shouting
Shouting to tell them that you adore me
And I felt like shouting
Shouting to tell them that you adore me
While my heart cries
But I held back in front of so many people
Even though she was innocent
That I was there
The one who an hour ago was my girlfriend
Today gives herself to another person
Saying “I do”
And this is the story
And this is the story
That has just happened to me
Not even to the enemy
That one hates the most
Would wish this upon them
Not even to the enemy
That one hates the most
Would wish this upon them
Some cry with joy
I cry for my misery
And the people who came almost convinced
That it was me getting married
Things are not owned by the owner
I ask
They belong to those who need them
And the one who didn’t buy the ticket
Got on the plane
He arrived without luggage but boarded
And the one who didn’t buy the ticket
Got on the plane
He arrived without luggage but boarded
Glasses were raised in a toast
Everyone wished them happiness
Glasses were raised in a toast
Everyone wished them happiness
While I just cried
But there was a friend who didn’t know
Who she was marrying and asked about me
And she raised her gaze to see
If she could find me
And I wasn’t there
And this is the story
And this is the story
That has just happened to me
Not even to the enemy that one hates the most
Would wish this upon them
Not even to the enemy that one hates the most
Would wish this upon them