Fijate
Fijate, como tengo mis hojos, ya sin vida y sin yanto, es de tanto llorar
Fijate, como tengo mis manos, temblorosas y viejas, es por tanto tomar
Fijate, que ya nada me importa. Por ke todo lo bueno, te llevastes al marcharr
Fijate, que si un dia tu volvieras. Y si acaso me vieras, te pondrias, te lo juro por dios, te podrias a llorar
Fijate, que ya nada me importa, por que todo lo bueno te llevastes al marchar
Fijate, que si algun dia volvieras, y si acaso me vieras, te pondrias te lo juro por dios te pondrias a llorar
Look
Look, how I have my eyes, already lifeless and tearless, from crying so much
Look, how I have my hands, trembling and old, from drinking so much
Look, that nothing matters to me anymore. Because all the good things, you took away when you left
Look, that if one day you were to return. And if by chance you saw me, you would cry, I swear to God, you would cry
Look, that nothing matters to me anymore, because all the good things you took away when you left
Look, that if one day you were to return, and if by chance you saw me, you would cry, I swear to God, you would cry