Jamás lo vas a saber

You won't see me lying down
nor will you see me defeated.
You won't see me rolling
as you imagine.
Not even in the bars
to forget your forgetfulness.
If you've thought about all that,
you will never see it.

When I have to mention you
I will do it without witnesses,
in case, by chance,
a tear escapes me.
And if I have a drink,
it won't be with friends.
One is never sure
if the heart fails.

I won't be seeking pity,
desperate and defeated.
After losing you,
you will never know if your forgetfulness
left tenderness or resentment.
If everyone says I'm lying,
because clinging to yesterday
I love you a lot, and I feel you,
if my life is torment,
you will never, never know!

I won't give you the satisfaction
of hearing one day,
that they saw me alone and sad,
that I'm dying for your love;
that I miss you like never before,
that I still love you.
I won't give you the satisfaction
of hearing about my pain.
I will know how to bite my sorrows
and silence my thoughts,
none will tell you
that in a sincere confession
I cried my bitterness to them,
nor did I tell them what I feel,
what I feel we know
only me and my heart.