Tonight I feel like finding her
and erasing what's happened and forgive her.
It doesn't matter to me anymore what they'll say
nor of their affairs.
Anyway, people always talk.
I no longer think of her all the time
This insatiable passion is terrible
and she, always without knowing,
without even suspecting
my desire to come back.
Chorus 2:
What have you given me, my darling,
so that I sadly wander, day and night?
Hanging around your corner,
always watching your house,
and this passion that hurts
and this pain that never ends,
until when will I go on suffering
the torture of your love?
This poor heart that doesn't forget her
mentions her to me with the lips of its wounds
and even adding more to its disgust,
the butterfly of pain
flies from my days into the nights.
Friends, at night, I'm fortunate,
however, I can't be, with my punishment
and the knowledge that you're not.
Alone, sad and without love anymore,
I wonder incessantly.
(Chorus 2)
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I can't see you sad because it kills me.
Your little face punishes me, my sweet love.
The crying hurts me so much that you spill over
filling up my heart with anguish.
I, myself am only unspeakable, if you're sad,
I don't want the doubt to make you cry.
We have sworn to love eachother to the death
and if the dead love,
after death, we love eachother more.
If I die first, it's your promise
to drop on my body
all of the crying that drips from your sadness
and so that all will find out what your affection was.
If you die first, I promise you
that I will write the story of our love
with all of my soul, full of feeling,
I will write it with blood,
with the dark red blood of my heart.