Tinta Negra
Segundo Rosero
Black Ink
I write to you with black ink
As black as my troubles
I write to you with black ink
As black as my troubles
As dark as the sorrows
That you left me with when you left
I write filled with anguish
And very full of sorrows
Let these blots reach you
In your hands, my laments
Telling you that I can't
Get you out of my mind
The pain in me is so great
Because that's how you wanted it
Since the day you left
Leaving my love wounded
