Súplica [English translation]

Just how many times

Have I asked you to forget me

Or at least not to come

Not to come back here

Then don't you see

The bad living you would give me

Could only lead to mischief

I don't expect more from you

Just how many times

I've implored you for charities sake

To cover up the wickedness

That always goes where you go

It may be that I'm a traitor

Run from the law of what is love

Suffering I well know

But to lose myself never again

Even now

I know well you don't like it

I'll ask you with clasped hands

That you give me what was mine

Vague passions, my sad sighs

A thousand temptations and little else

Than illusions

That my love...it died