Pues, en tono españolete, es de un tío que se ha encoñao, y que a ella se le ha acabao el amor, jolines ("you ran out of love")... entonces, que al tío le duele, que le duele mucho, hostias, casi le duele como si fuera un cuchillo ("knife", eh ). Y, vamos, tío, que dice un montón de gilipolleces, como que le cortó el corazón de su vida, y que nunca se va curá, y que le duele mogollón, que está pal´traste, fatal, casi que está pal´arroz.

Pero el Amor de Jesucristo ... that one never runs out


KNIFE

You touched my life
With your softness in the night
My wish was your command
Until you ran out of love

I tell myself I'm free
Got the chance of living just for me
No need to hurry home
Now that you're gone

Knife
Cuts like a knife
How will I ever heal?
I'm so deeply wounded

Knife
Cuts like a knife
You cut away the heart of my life

When I pretend
Wear a smile to fool my dearest friends
I wonder if they know
It's just a show

I'm on a stage
Day and night I go through my charades
But how can I disguise
What's in my eyes?

Knife
Cuts like a knife
How will I ever heal?
I'm so deeply wounded

Knife
Cuts like a knife
You cut away the heart of my life
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh

I've tried and tried
Blocking out the pain I feel inside
The pain of wanting you
Wanting you

Knife
Cuts like a knife
How will I ever heal?
I'm so deeply wounded

Knife
Cuts like a knife
How will I ever heal?
I'm so deeply wounded

You cut away the heart
Of my life