Cicatrices

Incurable scars from a wound
That life has caused me in its sad struggle
Scars that never close anymore
Because they always carry the hope of healing cut off

I loved her eternally; but she was unfaithful
She filled my illusion with bitterness and sorrow
That's why now I live; always struggling with fate
And I only want death; for my anguished and poor heart

On my face I also proudly display
A memory that is very much yours and that I carry for my misfortune
A memory that they gave me in your name
When I played as a man with the life of the rival

Indelible scars from a tormented past
That fate has given me and that I will never lose
Even if they have no charm; I love them so much, so much
That I will never, never forget