Vārdi: Frank Sinatra. How Insensitive.

How insensitive I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed
When she told me so sincerely

Why she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence?
What was I to say? What can you say
When a love affair is over?

Now she's gone away and I'm alone
With a memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad I see it still
All her heartbreak in that last look

Ah, porque vocy foi fraco assim
Assim tao desalmado

What was I to do? What can one do
When a love affair is over?