I would die happy

Sometimes to give up means to fight and lose means a win
To lose something even before the start, when you were ready to fight with all your might
How blind she must be, for her not to see behind that selfish bastard act
My patched soul belongs not to me but to none other than her
And my heart that is bleeding, aching after the words that you said
Without thinking what glass shards they will be spitting on it
And if you leave aside my words, you will be able to see me
Me, the one who was always ready to lose it all just to win her heart ...
But now, all of that is in the past, and I’d rather give up my life
Than not to be able to hear her laugh again
And another chance to hear her say "Te iubesc"
With a voice which turned anger into smile, so many times
So you see....I'm happy to die, if this means she will be happy