Ódiame

Hate me out of pity, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I want hatred more than indifference
Because resentment wants less than forgetting

Hate me out of pity, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I want hatred more than indifference
Because resentment wants less than forgetting

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my dear, persistently
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated

Is my humble worth more than your pride?
Or is your weak beauty worth more?
Think that in the depths of the grave
We will wear the same attire

Is my humble worth more than your proud one?
Or is your weak beauty worth more?
Think that in the depths of the grave
We will wear the same attire

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my dear, persistently
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated

But keep in mind, according to experience
That only the loved ones are hated