Loca

They call me crazy, my friends
Who are only witnesses
Of my light love
Crazy
Do they know what I feel
Or what remorse is hidden inside me?

I have with joys
To disguise my sadness
And to make my nightmares flee from my head
I have to drown in wine
The sorrow that devours me
When my heart cries
My lips must laugh

I, if I despise a man
I have to pretend love and admiration
When he is foolish
And if he is cowardly, fears
I, who have not belonged
To the environment I am in now
I have to forget what I have been
And I have to forget what I am

They call me crazy, my friends
Who are only witnesses
Of my light love
Crazy
Do they know what I feel
Or what remorse is hidden inside me?

There, far away, very far away
Where the Sun falls every day
I had a quiet home
And in the home, some old people
Life and its charm were
A girl who ran away
Without telling them where she was going
And that girl was me

Today the house no longer exists
Today the old people no longer exist
Today the girl, far away
Suffers life passing by
And as the Sun falls every day
In that land, my joy falls
And my heart dies