Desdén
Carlos Gardel
Scorn
The day I appear
Before God's tribunal
To account for my life
That you complicated
The day I frankly
Have to declare
The pure and palpable truth
That cannot escape God
And tell Him that I have failed
His law in bad faith
By making you my cult
Loving you more than Him
That I stole for your affection
That I killed blindly in love
Maybe merciful God
Will want to give me His forgiveness
Despise my whole life
In the fire of your love
Hoping for whatever
Without even telling you
That it's my pain and my sorrow
Yet before the eternal
My scorn will be the same
And in my deep and tender love
To follow you to hell
I will despise Eden
But on the day of your judgment
I don't know what you'll say
When they find out you have sinned
Out of caprice and vanity
When you feel the penetrating gaze
Of the Lord
Reaching into your soul
Like a scrutinizing ray
And your conscience accuses you
Seeing that dagger
That you, so cowardly
Gave to my rival
Not content with that
You sent me to prison
No matter how much you repent
You won't be able to have forgiveness