Tres heridas

One, two, three
tree wounds are

the ones that torment me
the ones that hurt my heart

the first one was given to me
by this life that I got
because on my path
happy and calm you appeared

the second one bent me
it split my soul in two
because it was your kisses
false and mischievous
that ended me

wound number three
is the most deadly of all
it was a gift from your love
oh oh oh
night of insomnia and pain
oh oh oh
for this man who adores you

wound number three
is the most deadly of all
nothing saves me from that
oh oh oh
my soul was deceived
oh oh oh
and you go, and you go
as if nothing