Marchita

I have lost you so many times
That the memory is inevitable
And the anguish of the reunion
Of your skin against my skin

It has cost me so much
That now my soul withers
And little tears dissolve
That forgot to pray

And if I had known
That I meant so little to you
I would have been more cautious, when giving you my heart
And if I had known
That everything was a game to you
That summer between your kisses, I wouldn't have written this song

Little by little I am losing
The clarity of your portrait
But I don't forget for a second
The sweet touch
Of your hands

And if I had known
That I meant so little to you
I would have been more cautious when giving you my heart
And if I had known that everything was a game to you
That summer between your kisses
I wouldn't have written this song