Aquella ingrata [English translation]

Another night on the counter

talking to the wine,

that friend to whom he tells

the story she has suffered!

That night was different.

The taste of the caresses

she gave away at a ball

was so sweet and fickle

it flooded the six senses

of the thirsty visitor.

How could that ungrateful woman

share that moment

of joy and lamentation

with another lady's man?

Amidst those thousand and one candles,

there was no sign of life

but a motionless smile.

She saw herself alone in that bed

that a moment ago two naïve people

shared until the morning.

Since then she always returns

every night to that counter

where she cries and smiles.

She can't get rid of the memory

that drowns her, torments her and brings her down.

How could that ungrateful woman

share that moment

of joy and lamentation

with another lady's man?