The one who lived punished
because of a bad love,
can't find anything better,
than singing and thinking.
And if he went calculating
what blame he had,
when he sees that a woman
doesn't know about duties,
finds consolation with songs,
and forgets about love.
That's why girl I ask you,
to not have hard feelings for me,
I can't give you love,
and you can't give me oblivion.
I know that in any slip,
I was going to rear and fall,
and though you offer me solace,
I can't accept it,
I can teach you to fly,
but not to follow your flight.
I can't give you,
a subdued heart;
then the heart fails,
there's nothing to talk.
There's a way of loving,
that is a mode of consciousness;
there's a love that is patience,
and another that is only perfume.
Which love could I give you?
Who will love your innocence?
When I meet you again,
we won't be able to smile,
I'd rather see you leave,
just like I saw you coming.
When you think again,
that I met you once,
and just because,
I wrote you a song,
in your heart will sing,
the little I gave you.