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And it still seems to you

Abel Aznar

Y te parece todavía

Te importó destrozarme la vida
y arrastrar mi esperanza al espanto.
Te importó que se hundieran en llanto,
mi amor y mis sueños. ¿No es cierto que no?
Te importó que grité de rodillas,
no me hagas sufrir de este modo.
Y querés que me olvide de todo,
cerrando mis ojos a tanto dolor.

Vos me has hecho mucho daño,
te adoraba y me mentías.
¡Pero tanto, tanto daño,
todo, todo el que podías!
¿Te parece todavía
que te puedo perdonar?
Vos serás como una herida
para el resto de mi vida,
pero otra cosa, ¡jamás!

Si era yo quien te hubiese mentido,
quien te hubiera llenado de agravios.
Con la pura verdad en tus labios,
no es cierto que harías, lo mismo que yo.
Te callás porque se lo que digo,
porque puedo gritar lo que siento,
porque ahora no sos mi tormento,
no sos mi locura, ni quiero tu amor.

And it still seems to you

You cared about destroying my life
and dragging my hope into horror.
You cared that my love and dreams sank into tears,
Isn't it true that you didn't care?
You cared that I screamed on my knees,
Don't make me suffer like this.
And you want me to forget everything,
closing my eyes to so much pain.

You have hurt me a lot,
I adored you and you lied to me.
But so much, so much harm,
all, all that you could do!
Do you still think
that I can forgive you?
You will be like a wound
for the rest of my life,
but one thing, never!

If it was me who had lied to you,
who had filled you with grievances.
With pure truth on your lips,
Isn't it true that you would do the same as me?
You stay silent because I know what I say,
because I can shout what I feel,
because now you are not my torment,
you are not my madness, and I don't want your love.

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