Con Las Alas Rotas
Prisma (México)
With Broken Wings
With broken wings
you arrived by my side,
with broken wings
and a shattered heart.
You asked for affection,
you cried like a child
a cursed love
left you, abandoned.
With broken wings
you arrived by my side
and I, naive, foolish
gave you my care.
I healed every wound
with good love
and your wings were ready
to fly in another sky.
What good is giving love,
if in the end they leave you
with a wounded soul,
with lost faith
and no desire, not a bit of desire
to love again.
What good is giving love,
if in the end they leave you
with broken wings
totally broken, unable to fly.
With broken wings
you arrived by my side
and I, naive, foolish
gave you my care.
I healed every wound
with good love
and your wings were ready
to fly in another sky.
What good is giving love,
if in the end they leave you
with a wounded soul,
with lost faith
and no desire, not a bit of desire
to love again.
What good is giving love,
if in the end they leave you
with broken wings
totally broken, unable to fly.
