Moriré Esperando

Some 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 nobody knows how I'm loving

There are those who say that I should not beg anymore
That with his abandonment I came out winning
Others say I don't deserve it
And because of my defeat they are celebrating

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 say: What the hell is wrong with him?
The old woman left him, and he lost even the way
They wonder: Why doesn't he forget her?
If you have plenty of where 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 not in a hurry
I will die waiting