A Esa Mujer

To that woman, who left a long time ago
Who stole your reason to live
Tell her that you suffer
If you ever saw her again
And had no one to be happy for
Tell her that you suffer
I forgot once it could have been
The beautiful relief that makes you laugh
Tell her that you cry
Be understanding for God's sake tell her
That because of her you don't know how to live
Tell her that you cry

That distance is the betrayal
It's the dagger that blooms
Over a wound of torn passions
That remembering is the illusion
That finally makes you suffer love
Feeling useless clumsy idiot poor nothing

Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love

If in other arms one dies of love
And your memory doesn't scratch their skin
Turn around and be silent
And if they understand that everything is over
That they don't want the honey from your hands
Turn around and be silent
If it was destiny that separated you
Look for another source to quench your thirst
Don't say anything to her
If she changes sorrow for hatred and resentment
And feels your mouth and thirst mute

That distance is the betrayal
It's the dagger that blooms
Over a wound of torn passions
That remembering is the illusion
That finally makes you suffer love
Feeling useless clumsy idiot poor nothing

Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love

Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love

Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love