Periódico de Ayer

Let me explain,
Give me a minute to talk to you,
She is not my lover, no,
She just came to visit me,
You were a coward, no,
You didn't hesitate to leave,
It didn't hurt you to abandon.

And my bed became uncomfortable,
And the apartment became too big,
One becomes weak when loving and not receiving the same feeling,
And I cried, I cried on her shoulders,
And one is not less of a man when crying,
And you are not the one to reproach me now.

Your love is yesterday's newspaper,
I don't know and for nothing, I want it if I've turned a new page,
And the foul was yours,
I have already paid,
With the tears I have shed, alone. [x2]

I feel uncomfortable,
Don't think I feel good knowing that you and I,
We gave everything,
Swearing love to each other.

But I didn't think,
I didn't know what my life would be without you,
It wasn't my failure, no,
Not with you,
I trusted you.

Your love is yesterday's newspaper,
I don't know and for nothing, I want it if I've turned a new page,
And the foul was yours,
I have already paid,
With the tears I have shed, alone. [x2]

She came to know about my life,
Because she knows I suffer and that my soul is wounded,
Suddenly the night fell at my window,
And we let ourselves be carried away by desire.

She came because I am without you (ooo..).
She came because I am without you (eee..). [x2]