Y todavía te quiero

Every time I hold you in my arms,
I look into your eyes, I hear your voice,
And I think about my life in pieces
the payment for everything I do for you,
I wonder: why don't I end
with so much bitterness, with so much pain?...
If by your side I have no destiny...
Why don't I rip this love from my chest?

Why...
if you lie once,
if you lie again
and you lie again?...

Why...
I embrace you again,
I kiss you again
even if you make me suffer?

I know
that your love is a wound,
that it's the cross of my life,
and my downfall...

Why
I torment myself for you
and my anguish for you
is worse every time?...

And why,
with my soul in pieces,
I cling to your arms,
if you don't love me?

I can't live as I live...
I know, I understand with all reason,
if by your side I only receive
the bitter caress of your pity...

However... Why don't I scream
that it's all a lie, a lie your love
and why do I need your love,
if in it I only find torment and pain?