Compréndala

Excuse me sir, I beg you,
If my advice offends you.
By giving you my opinion, I take nothing away,
After all, you are already the owner of your kisses.

You won her over fair and square,
My love is deep in oblivion.
What do I gain by fighting even if I love her,
I know how to recognize when I have lost.

And if she wakes up,
Crying over there in the early morning,
Complaining about the touch of her pillow,
Understand her sir, she is pampered.
For I, who adored her with madness,
Would put her to sleep on rose petals.
And if she wakes up,
Saying she feels misunderstood,
Running away from her boring talk.
Understand her sir, it's my fault,
For when I held her in my arms,
I would lull her to sleep with verses and songs.