Today the afternoon has brought me back,
For no reason,
Memories that I believed were already
Buried in my past.
Today, I've seen your photo by sheer chance
And that love which I believed I had forgotten,
Has been reborn
One more time...
[Estribillo:]
How ironic!
Now that I am free to give my love,
You have already lost your freedom
And you cannot come back.
How ironic!
Life is like a game of chance
That constantly pulls us and gets us tangled up
And, in the end... We must pay for it!
Today, I don't know who I can ask about this...
Whether this was written
Or it's just chance,
What's happening to us.
Today I remain silent, just to remember;
I don't even know where you must be...
I'm still here, loving you
More and more each day!
[Estribillo:]
How ironic!
Now that I am free to give my love,
You have already lost your freedom
And you cannot come back.
How ironic!
Life is like a game of chance
That constantly pulls us and gets us tangled up
And, in the end... We must pay for it!