Desprecio

You know well that I truly love you
That I am sick for you,
Poor me, poor me.

My heart is sad and weary
And my pain is so great
That it no longer fits in my chest.

Little by little, without realizing it, I adored you
And who would have thought
That you would be everything in my life.

But now that I love you so much
As one adores a saint
You scorn my adoration.

The cross of my calvary is your arms
The torment of my soul is your eyes.

And you don't love me because you don't come
I have no tears left to cry
I can't suffer anymore.

Little by little, without realizing it, I adored you
And who would have thought
That you would be everything in my life.

But now that I love you so much
As one adores a saint
You scorn my adoration.