Agua Bajo el Puente

Tried to keep quiet
But it couldn't be
I have no choice but to pick up
The glove you threw offended that time
The same one that didn't allow you to understand

that it was better
To let the water
Flow under that bridge
That is your heart

You didn't understand that resentment kills the idea from the root
It's not motivating
It's not my drive

I have in my garden five fruit trees
That taught me to see
That their fruits are a result
Of collective work, patience, and love
Something that seems to have been absent in your heart for a while

let the water flow
Under your heart...