No Voy a Volver a Llorar

Inside the skin of a lion
a heart hides
that above all is human,
although it may seem vulgar
times it can beg
when love hurts you,
my beloved your cold moon is killing me
my beloved while I see you I'm crying.

I'm not going to cry again
even if I have to lose
more than a thousand times with you,
I put my heart as a witness
not one more tear, I tell you
I'm not going to cry again
even if I drown in the sea of your furtive loves,
I put my heart as a witness
not one more tear
and before dying, I'm not going to cry again.