Moriré Esperando

Some people say: What the hell is wrong with him?
The old lady left him, and he lost his style
Others say that they comfort me
That an old heart would be given asylum

I stay smiling and thinking
Although inside I'm always crying
Nobody knows what the hell is wrong with me
Because no one knows how I am loving

There are those who say that I should not beg him anymore
That, with his abandonment, I won
Others say I don't deserve it
And they are celebrating my defeat

I stay smiling and thinking
Although inside I'm always crying
I don't care what people say
Even if I never come back, I will die waiting

Some people say: What the hell is wrong with him?
The old woman left him, and he lost even his way
They ask themselves: why doesn't he forget her?
If you have plenty, where is it and you have everything?

I stay smiling and thinking
Although inside I'm always crying
I don't care what people say
Even if they say mass, I'm in no hurry, I'll die waiting