Y Todavía Te Quiero

Every time I have you in my arms,
that I look into your eyes, that I hear your voice,
and I think about my life in pieces
the payment for everything I do for you,
I wonder: why don't I end
with so much bitterness, with so much pain?...
If by your side I have no destiny...
Why don't I rip this love from my chest?

Why...
if you lie once,
if you lie again
and you lie again?...
Why...
do I hug you again,
do I kiss you again
even if you make me suffer?
I know
that your love is a wound,
that it is the cross of my life,
and my downfall...
Why
do I torment myself for you
and my anguish for you
every time is worse?...
And why,
with my soul in pieces,
do I cling to your arms,
if you don't love me?

I can't live as I live...
I know, I understand with all reason,
if by your side I only receive
the bitter caress of your compassion...
However... Why don't I scream
that it's all a lie, a lie your love
and why do I need your love,
if in it I only find torment and pain?