Cuesta abajo [English translation]

If I dragued throughout the world

the shame of have been

and the pain of being no more,

under the brim of my heart

how many times, muffled up,

a dropping tear I couldn't retain.

If I wander through the roads

like an outcast that fate

was determined to destroy.

If I was lazy, if I was blind,

I only want you to understand

the value that represents the courage to love.

She was to me the whole life

like a spring time sun-shine,

my hope and my passion.

I knew there was no room in the world

for the hunble happiness

of my poor heart.

Now, down hill in my defeat

the illussions of the past

I cannot longer pull off.

I dream of the past that I miss,

the old days that I cry for

and that will never come back.

For going after her trucks

I did drink incesantly

in the cup of my own grief.

But nobody understood

that if everything I was giving,

in each turn I was just leaving

pieces of my broken heart.

Now sad in my declining,

all alone and quite defeated,

I would like myself confess,

if that mouth was only lying

about the love that it did offered,

for those magic sorcerous eyes

I would've given, always, more.

She was to me the whole life... (bis)