Dicha Pasada

Yesterday when I saw you so haughty
walking with my former rival,
I thought of those fifteen springs
that gave more beauty to your gaze.

But today you're not the same as before
the light that was in your eyes has faded
you have a bitterness in your expression
that no one else will know like I do.

And even if you deny that you have suffered
I know well that you have lived
a thousand anguishing hours,
and that in your chest have remained
the joys of the past
like withered roses...

If you left me for another man
I don't want to blame you
for how badly you loved me,
you are a woman and I forgive you,
if in the end with your abandonment
you have made me happier.

I am like the bee, I fly freely
and in search of another affection my soul goes,
for when I need some comfort
there is another who gives it to my life.

And since it was your pleasure to scorn me
I will never return to your side,
I pay you back as you have known how to pay me,
and I will forget all that past.