La Otra

Nothing hurts like being a man's woman
who always sees in secret, who waits
always faithful for a spark from him when he needs it

Nothing hurts like loving, knowing that love
is not entirely yours, how can you understand
that being with him there is an uncertain future

Plucking early mornings, holding back desires,
waiting for his arrival, even if just for a moment

There is nothing that hurts more than having to accept that you are the other, learning to settle for the leftovers, being nothing more than half of the space he occupies in your life, this love that comes and goes

There is nothing that hurts more, than having to ignore what conscience dictates and dress in patience, regardless of what they will say, if destiny has placed it in your hands, this love that does good and does bad, how painful... being the other

Nothing hurts like loving, knowing that love
is not entirely yours, how can you understand
that being with him there is an uncertain future

Plucking early mornings, holding back desires,
waiting for his arrival, even if just for a moment

There is nothing that hurts more than having to accept that you are the other, learning to settle for the leftovers, being nothing more than half of the space he occupies in your life, this love that comes and goes

There is nothing that hurts more, than having to ignore what conscience dictates and dress in patience, regardless of what they will say, if destiny has placed it in your hands, this love that does good and does bad, how painful... being the other