Que Nadie Sepa Mi Sufrir [Con Mon Laferte] [English translation]

Don't be surprised if I tell you what you were

Ungrateful with my poor heart

Because the fire of your pretty black eyes

Lit up the path of another love

And to think that I adored you tenderly

That at your side I felt like I never have before

And by those strange turns in life

I found myself without the kiss of your lips

Love of my loves, love of mine, what have you done to me?

That I can't be happy with myself if I can't gaze at you

Since you repaid me poorly for my love so sincere

What you'll get is that I'll never again say your name

Love of my loves, if you stopped loving me

There's no concern that people might find out

What do I gain by saying that a man changed my fate

They'll make fun of me, may nobody know my suffering

Don't be surprised if I tell you what you were

Ungrateful with my poor heart

Because the fire of your pretty black eyes

Lit up the path of another love

And to think that I adored you tenderly

That at your side I felt like I never have before

And by those strange turns in life

I found myself without the kiss of your lips

Love of my loves, if you stopped loving me

There's no concern that people might find out

What do I gain by saying that a man changed my fate

They'll make fun of me, may nobody know my suffering

I will die of love

With nobody knowing my suffering

Love of my loves, if you stopped loving me

There's no concern that people might find out

What do I gain by saying that a man changed my fate

They'll make fun of me, may nobody know my suffering