With the same words
and the same way, we meet for the umpteenth time
And even his questions to me are almost routine
How am I doing,
How am I, what is going on with me, where have I been, and not an extra word
And upon what is between us there is a thousand question marks
Oh, recurrent scenes of me with him
I have seen it so many times with the same order
And nothing changed it all in them, no decrease nor increase [in anything]
Oh, It doesn't matter whether he forgets me or I forget him
And it doesn't matter when I win or let him [go]
It is all the same to me
And this is the truth that I wish that we would face
With the same words
And there is still inside of us a state of surrender
And instead of fixing a mistake we overdo it
How come this happened and why?!
And as if my asking about him is just a habit
And as if his asking about me is a task that must be carried out right away
Oh, recurrent scenes of me with him
I have seen it so many times with the same order
And nothing changed it all in them, no decrease nor increase [in anything]
Oh, It doesn't matter whether he forgets me or I forget him
And it doesn't matter when I win or let him [go]
It is all the same to me
And this is the truth that I wish that we would face