Crueles Puñales

You have wounded me to the depths of my soul
By stabbing me with such cruel daggers
You destroyed so many hopes
That I even feel like killing you.

You don't know what a sorrow is
That is suffered from a disappointment
I loved you, woman, in a good way
And you, on the other hand, have given me betrayals.

But you will see, treacherous heart
How in this life, what goes around comes around
But those winter nights will come
So you know the suffering of my soul.

You don't know what a sorrow is
That is suffered from a disappointment
I loved you, woman, in a good way
And you, on the other hand, have given me betrayals.

But you will see, treacherous heart
How in this life, what goes around comes around
But those winter nights will come
So you know the suffering of my soul.