Vina [English translation]

I.

You write to me again, and you call me again

It's so hard for me not to respond

So hard for me not to respond

But I would like for you to not matter to me

I would like to make you unable to see

How much you tempt me.

Pre-chorus:

Don't be surprised that I am this way

Others wounded me before you

A little

What I feel, it isn't what I think

I want you, but I don't want to hurt myself

A little

Chorus:

We play games with love

How sweet your love is

Bitter in my heart

Neither of us knows what they want

How sweet my love is

Bitter in your heart

I get drunk on your kisses

And I beg you to not tell anyone

All that we do is the fault of wine

II.

I have reasons to lie to you

Don't ask me what I feel

Really, not even I know

Which is why I don't write to you too often

I try to not get attached

I try, but I don't really succeed

Pre-chorus:

Don't be surprised that I am this way

Others wounded me before you

A little

What I feel, it isn't what I think

I want you, but I don't want to hurt myself

A little

Chorus:

We play games with love

How sweet your love is

Bitter in my heart

Neither of us knows what they want

How sweet my love is

Bitter in your heart

I get drunk on your kisses

And I beg you to not tell anyone

All that we do is the fault of wine