El Reproche

Yesterday I set the house on fire
That place that was our nest
Before your betrayal

There burned your picture, your clothes, and your bed
Also my guitar went up in flames
And all my songs
Just one didn’t

Where do I make the accusation
That you were a traitor, a disgrace, and unfaithful
How strong will this accusation be
That even the fire couldn’t catch it

Yesterday I set the house on fire
And seeing your picture burn
I started to cry

Listen, my poor guitar
Cried out in the flames
There it stayed among the fire
Lost in ashes
Its metal weeping

Only the accusation remains
That you were a traitor, a disgrace, and unfaithful
How strong will this accusation be
That even the fire couldn’t catch it