No vendrá

I'll wait a little longer and see
why the delay...
I want to believe
that this new love
is my great love.
To not be so alone and wait
I'll smoke one more cigarette.
But something makes me think
she won't come...

She won't come.
I know well she won't come.
And although I don't want to wait anymore
I still wait a little longer.
She won't come... But still, I'm thinking about her.
Today I won't see her
the last
chime of a clock tells me so.

I sensed she wouldn't come
when she left yesterday.
She remained sad, smiled with a sigh,
and said to me:
'I'm afraid of loving you... my love!
I'm afraid of suffering for you!'
And that fear, I confess, my dear,
was for both of us.