Somos Muchos Más Que Vos

Today once again I've cried
Poor eyes, poor eyes
They are sad and they are red
Because of the spilled tears

A tear has remained embedded in the eyelash
Whether it loves you or deceives you, that tear ignores
One cries because one cries and one does not get disillusioned

Today she arrived late to the date
Claiming a silly excuse
A procedure she often uses
The damn one

Then my soul screams at her, you lie, you lie again
I know your lateness is because you dream of another nest
If your husband knew that we are already three

We are many more than you

If one of the three were the owner of your heart
But no, if your betrayal says I don't want any
I must tell you timely that you are in a serious mistake
And if because of that pain my eyes lose their sap
Today I cried out of anger, it can't be because of love

How foolish I have been to love you
There is no justice, there is no justice
If among the three your caresses
Are distributed as gifts

If deceiving is an art, part of your profession
Buying and selling illusion
And see in your failed life
That you will never be happy because you lack a heart

I am jealous because she has no heart