Aquella Ingrata
La Oreja de Van Gogh
That Ungrateful One
Another night at the bar
Chatting with the wine
That friend who tells,
The story he’s been through
That night was different,
The taste of her caresses,
That she gave in a dance,
So sweet and whimsical,
It flooded all six senses,
Of the thirsty visitor
How could that ungrateful one,
Share that moment,
Of joy and of sorrow,
With the man of another lady.
(Repeat)
Among the thousand and one candles,
There was not a sign of life,
Just a quiet smile
She found herself alone in that bed,
That not long ago they shared,
Until morning came
Since then she always returns,
To that bar every night,
Where she cries and smiles,
Can’t shake off a memory,
That drowns her, torments her, and depresses her.
How could that ungrateful one,
Share that moment,
Of joy and of sorrow,
With the man of another lady.
