Cariño Verdad
Juan Legido
True Love
In a tiny and very white little house
On the way to the port of Santa Maria
Lives a very kind and very holy old woman
Very kind and very holy, who is my mother.
And I curse the hour
When I abandoned her
Despite her advice
I didn't want to convince myself.
She lives in my soul
And you in my imagination
You look at me with your eyes
She with her heart.
Yours is whim,
Pure vanity,
Hers is love
Love and truth.
Whose fault was it
I don't want to know,
I don't know if it was yours
Or if it was fate;
Or if it was my fault
For not understanding it
And instead of forgetting you
I suffered to see you.
Go away from me
If you want to compare yourself
With that holy old woman
Who is blind from crying.
She lives in my soul
And you in my imagination
You look at me with your eyes
She with her heart.
Yours is whim,
Pure vanity,
Hers is love
Love and truth.
