Extraño

If you miss me, I don't forget about you.
Why, my love, separate us?
If you cry for me, I do the same for you...
How to rinse it?
And it's not true that no one bets a damn more.
Damn fierce bet, and in the middle love...
When you're missing, I miss you.
It's not a love song, at least that's what I think;
it's something healthier.
With God's opinion, maybe one of us
sees it more clearly.
Who will pray, who will win this stupid duel?
Damn love bet, that one of us lost.
When you're missing, I die...