Tu carta
Manolo Escobar
Your Letter
You write me a letter
To tell me
That what we had is over
You tell me that in my absence
You have met someone else
And you have given him your love
You tell me that the days
Seemed like an eternity to you
You tell me you are weak
That you felt lonely
And couldn't wait
Your letter, your letter
Tells me you no longer love me
And I, and I
Die with every line
You tell me so many things in your letter
Trying to justify yourself
That the distance has changed you
That you don't love me like before
Your letter is made of snow
With a few words
You put an end to my love
Saying you're sorry
For choosing someone else
And telling me goodbye
Now I know who you are
A doll of paint and cardboard
Spoiled, capricious
Hollow inside
You have no heart
Your letter, your letter
Tells me you no longer love me
And I, and I
Die with every line
