Aquella Ingrata
La Oreja de Van Gogh
That Ungrateful Woman
Another night at a bar
Chatting with the wine
That friend who tells
The story he has suffered
That night was different
The taste of the caresses
That she gave in a dance
So sweet and whimsical
Flooded the six senses
Of the thirsty visitor
How could that ungrateful woman
Share that moment
Of joy and sorrow
With another woman's man
Among the thousand and one candles
There was no sign of life
Just a quiet smile
She found herself alone in that bed
That just moments ago they shared
They shared until the morning
Since then she always returns
To that bar every night
Where she cries and smiles
She can't get rid of a memory
That suffocates her, torments her, and depresses her
How could that ungrateful woman
Share that moment
Of joy and sorrow
With another woman's man
