No Voy a Volver a Llorar

Inside the lion's skin hides a heart,
which above all is human,
although it may seem vulgar,
sometimes it tends to cry, when love hurts it.

My beloved, your cold moon is killing me,
my beloved, while I read you, I'm crying.

You turn around and leave,
I'm left behind with your memory hanging,
that won't happen to me again,
I'm going to swallow the pain slowly.

I'm not going to cry again,
even if I have to lose, more than a thousand nights with you,
I put my heart as a witness,
not one more tear, I ask of 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,
better to die than to beg, I'm not going to cry again.

Although I seem to be fine,
living life to the fullest,
the procession goes inside,
I can't forget you and I need to cry,
but crying is not a comfort.

My beloved, your cold moon is killing me,
my beloved, while I read you, I'm crying.

I'm not going to cry again,
even if I have to lose, more than a thousand nights with you,
I put my heart as a witness,
not one more tear, I ask of 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,
better to die than to beg, I'm not going to cry again.

I'm not going to cry again,
even if I have to lose, more than a thousand nights with you,
I put my heart as a witness,
not one more tear, I ask of 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,
better to die than to beg, I'm not going to cry again.