After so long bearing the grief
of feeling your oblivioum,
after my poor wounded heart gave
everything to you,
you came back to see me, so I knew
of your misfortune
for the grief of a love
like the one you gave me.
I no longer will be able to forgive
or give you what you gave me.
You must know that in a dead love
rancor doesn't exist.
And if you pretend to remove the ruins
that you, yourself, created,
only ashes you will find of all
that once was my love.
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I no longer will be able to forgive
or give you what you gave me.
You must know that in a dead love
rancor doesn't exist.
And if you pretend to remove the ruins
that you, yourself, created,
only ashes you will find of all
that once was my love.
Only ashes you will find of all
that once was my love...