La Posible Manera

I don't cry for your departure
Nor the lack of you
Nor your beautiful face
Nor your feverish body

I don't cry for your sex appeal
Nor your way of loving
Nor your blue baby doll
That made me tremble

If suffering for love isn't deadly
It's the game that never ends
Nothing more

I cry because in you slipped away
The possible
Way to be happy
Feeling you for myself

I cry because in you my dreams
Wrinkled
I imagined you differently
And I forgot so much
That you are simply a woman

I don't cry for my loneliness
It never left
It's a logic in my way of being
If suffering for love isn't deadly
It's the game that never ends
Nothing more

I cry because in you slipped away the possible
Way to be happy
Feeling you for myself
I cry because in you my dreams
Wrinkled
I imagined you differently
And I forgot so much
That you are simply a woman

I cry because in you slipped away the possible
Way to be happy
Feeling you for myself
I cry because in you
My dreams wrinkled
I imagined you differently
And I forgot so much
That you are simply a woman