Cenizas

After so much, enduring the pain, of feeling your forgetfulness
After everything, my poor wounded heart gave you
You have come back to see me, so that I know, about your misfortune
Because of the bitterness, of a love like the one you gave me

I will no longer be able to forgive or give you what you gave me
You must know that, from a dead affection, there is no resentment
And if you intend to, stir up the ruins, that you yourself made
Only ashes, you will find of everything, that was my love

I will no longer be able to forgive or give you what you gave me
You must know that, from a dead affection, there is no resentment
And if you intend to, stir up the ruins, that you yourself made
Only ashes, you will find of everything, that was my love