Ódiame

Hate me out of pity, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I want hatred more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

Hate me out of pity, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I want hatred more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my love, persistently
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated

What is worth more? Me humble and you proud
Or is your weak beauty worth more?
Think that at the bottom of the grave
We will wear the same garment
Think that at the bottom of the grave

We will wear the same garment
If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my love, persistently
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated
The loved ones