Al Cabo Que Ni quería
Luis Rueda
In the End, I Didn't Want You
And it’s true that you left
I told myself, feeling blue
Facing the fact
That I’ve lost you for good
And against tradition
I didn’t seek revenge
I didn’t dwell on my wounds
Nor did I want to die
I scented my handkerchief
Let my dreams run wild
And forgetting your rush
One day I finally smiled
In the warmth of other kisses
Amidst chaos and excess
Of this fierce trio I ride
That I climbed without you
And I found out you gotta live it up
That the rose goes to the highest bidder
That a touch is the stepchild of malice
And they both move out when there’s no cash
And there’s no saintly woman, war, or week
That love’s a damn scam, that eternal thing
I, being honest, take a drink and keep busy
Burning in fire from the depths of hell
Since I’m on sale
I’ve risen in stock
With some capricious girl
Future ex-owner of me
And honestly, I can’t complain
If I pleased my skin
And now that we’re even
It’s better off far from you
If I confirmed you gotta live it up
That the rose goes to the highest bidder
That a touch is the stepchild of malice
And they both move out when there’s no cash
And there’s no saintly woman, war, or week
That love’s a damn scam, that eternal thing
I, being honest, get drunk and keep busy
Burning in fire from the depths of hell
And today it’s true that you left!
