As I looked at love
In a bar in Chicago
I pictured your sorrow
A colourless hollow
As you lay in your bed
Your arms, they were empty
The far away feel
Of the love you were wanting, and

I cried your tears

I cried your tears
For the life that was stolen
By the husband, the lover
The child of your mother
And what now remains?
Is it sorrow? Is it pain?
Is love unforgiving
Portrait of grief? And

I cried your tears

[Verse 3]
For the want of a lover, it's far away
The sum of desire, a mark of shame
So she sighed soft and low, and silent she spoke
Forgivе me, oh dreamer, oh givе me my freedom, and

I cried your tears
I cried your tears

But what does it matter- a painter, a thief?
The sin that was taken wasn't yours to keep
But how can I return to the night that I stole
Into the arms of your lover, who gave you your soul, and

I cried your tears