Quién diría [English translation]

Day after day, he gets up indifferent,

has his breakfast without even talk,

and he leaves without saying 'I love you',

rushes off without looking back.

Then, the day declines and he doesn't call me,

and the waiting seems longer when you are alone,

a loneliness that, in me, becomes eternal:

when he comes, and it feels as if he were gone. 1.

Who would say,

this love that was immense like the sky,

who would say,

this love that always was everything good,

who would say

this love that I swore to be immortal,

is sick

and I don't know how long it will last.

(it repeats from the beginning)