Romance de Barrio

First the distant April date
Your dark balcony, your old garden
Later the letters with a feverish pulse
Lying that it's not true, swearing that it is
Neighborhood romance, your love and my love
First a desire, then a pain
For faults we never had
For faults we both should suffer

Today you'll live despising me, maybe without dreaming
That I regret not being able to have you
The pain of not knowing how to forget
Today you'll be like never before far from me
Far from crying so much it was because yes, that spite blinded you like me
Without realizing that in the resentment of goodbye
You were cruelly punishing your heart,
It was because yes, that suddenly we didn't know how to think
That it's easier to deny and leave than to live without forgetting

Ashes of time the April date,
Your dark balcony, your old garden,
The letters drawn with a feverish hand,
Lying that it's not true, swearing that it is.
Our voices return defeated,
Bringing back with tones of horror
The faults we never had,
The faults we both should pay for.