Nunca la culpa es de uno solo

I can't take it anymore,
pretending while I hold you tight.
You should know I come
from other arms, that when you
touch me like that, I still tremble.
Our old love was drowning
in the nursing home, and the volcano
from yesterday was a cold place
full of ashes of despair.
Who would have thought that from
that volcano nothing would
remain, not a trace in the gray
to finally conceive hope.
But you see, we slowly killed
the illusion, and what does it matter
who was to blame between us, who
was the first to betray from behind?
It's never just one person's fault; you
stole the fantasy from our
meeting, and pushed me to
seek passion elsewhere that you
denied me without any reason.
Now it's too late, my love,
I've found what I wanted,
and now I'm leaving.