Tiene Espinas El Rosal

I was looking for in your affection
A love I have not had
Like a toy that as a child
With the soul I longed for

But like all the others
It was a mistake to have loved you
Your rose, which is my delirium
Escapes from my hands

I was far from thinking
That you would be my penance
How long will I cry?
Experience costs dearly

I was far from thinking
That a love could hurt so much
The rosebush has thorns
And my heart is crying

It repeats all over again...