Diez años

Yesterday marked ten years
of not seeing your face
of not looking into your eyes, of not kissing your mouth.

Yesterday my soul felt such great sorrow
remembering that you were
my first love.

Do you remember, by a fountain
we met
how joyful that afternoon was for both of us;
do you remember when night spread its cloak
and the fountain's song lulled us..

Sleep overcame your eyes, closed mine
I felt your lovely mouth whisper to me
hug me for your mother, I feel cold
and the rest of this romance will be known by God..

Spurn (bolero) - Rafael Hernández

Hate me,
what do I care about your resentment
if my love is not yours,
if my love is no longer yours.

Why
why think of you
if I no longer love you,
if your affection is no longer for me.

Hate me,
I don't care, hate me,
if I know that you know how to hate
just as you know how to lie.

My heart was not deceived when I called you a traitor,
it was the malice and cruelty of your love.

I know that everywhere you go saying of me
that I was cruel with your love,
blame me, and if possible hate me,
spurn must have the one who speaks of a love
that will never return.
What do you care - Rafael Hernández

They will tell me that from loving you so much
I will die,
that the sacrifice is not worth it for you
they may say,
that you don't want to know my name
I already know that
but I, who truly love you
I don't know what I will say.

What do you care to say everywhere
that I have lost you,
what do you care about this poor woman
who cries for you,
what do you care about making me suffer
for another love
if I can't make you love me
what can I do.