Ódiame
Ay, ódiame por piedad, yo te lo pido
Ódiame sin medida ni clemencia
Odio quiero más que indiferencia
Ay, porque el odio quiere menos que el olvido
Si tú me odias, quedaré yo convencido
De que me amaste, si hay amor con insistencia
Pero ten presente, de acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia a ya lo querido
A ya lo querido, a ya lo querido
Solo se odia a ya lo querido
Que a ya lo querido, a ya lo querido
Solo se odia a ya lo querido
Que vale más sufrir lo que yo he sufrido
Que contemplar tu débil hermosura
Piensa que en el fondo de la fosa
Llevaremos a la misma vestidura
Si tú me odias, quedaré yo convencido
De que me amaste, si hay amor con insistencia
Pero ten presente, de acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia a lo querido
A ya lo querido, a ya lo querido
Solo se odia a ya lo querido
Que a lo querido, y a lo querido
Solo se odia a ya lo querido
Hate Me
Oh, hate me out of pity, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I want hate more than indifference
Oh, because hate wants less than forgetting
If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, if there is love with persistence
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
Only what is loved, only what is loved
Only what is loved is hated
That what is loved, what is loved
Only what is loved is hated
It is worth more to suffer what I have suffered
Than to contemplate your weak beauty
Think that at the bottom of the grave
We will wear the same garment
If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, if there is love with persistence
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
Only what is loved, only what is loved
Only what is loved is hated
That what is loved, and what is loved
Only what is loved is hated