Ella Es, Tú Fuiste

I don't know how you could ask me
What she's like
How she feels
If she's very beautiful

Maybe it will be difficult to explain
I don't want to hurt you
You gave me a lot
I loved you so much

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You yourself asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's fair to say them indifferent

While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

While she is calm in my desires
You were the cause of bitter sleepless nights
While she is the peace I seek
You were the uncertainty of an abrupt awakening

But I could wake up
Convince myself that in the end
You were not what I expected to find

Maybe in our case there are no culprits
Inexperience
Maybe time
Or unconsciousness

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You yourself asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's a pleasure to say them indifferent

While she is calm in my desires
You were the cause of bitter sleepless nights
While she is more than a slave queen
You were a void where there was nothing

While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

But I could wake up
Convince myself that in the end
You were not what I expected to find