Para Olvidarte a Ti

To forget you, who never understood,
The tenderness of my soul,
That necessary, reclaiming the calm,
That my heart lost,
When you left.

To forget you, who still loves me,
Despite your pride,
And your insults,
I’ll get drunk, thirsty for pleasures,
In the pagan cup,
Of other lips.

To forget you, who still loves me,
Despite your pride,
And your insults,
I’ll get drunk, thirsty for pleasures,
In the pagan cup,
Of other lips.

To forget you, to you....