Tarde

Late

Tarde

From every love I had I have wounds,De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas,
wounds that don't close and still bleed.heridas que no cierran y sangran todavía.
Mistake of having loved blindly¡Error de haber querido ciegamente
uselessly killing the joy of my days!matando inútilmente la dicha de mis días!
Late I realized that in the end one lives the same pretending...Tarde me di cuenta que al final se vive igual fingiendo...
Late I confirmed that my illusion was shattered by wanting...Tarde comprobé que mi ilusión se destrozó queriendo...
Poor love that is suffering¡Pobre amor que está sufriendo
the most tenacious bitterness!la amargura más tenaz!
And now that it's not time for anythingY ahora que no es hora para nada
your loving mouth incites me once more.tu boca enamorada me incita una vez más.

And even if I want to love you, I can't anymore,Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo,
because I'm afraid deep in my soul.porque dentro del alma tengo miedo.
I'm afraid it will happen againTengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
the comedy that has sunk me in living.la comedia que me ha hundido en el vivir.
I gave you everything!...¡Todo te lo di!...
I lost everything!...¡Ttodo lo perdí!...
I always gave my whole soul,Siempre puse el alma entera,
no matter what,de cualquier manera,
bearing insultssoportando afrentas
and in the endy al final de cuentas
I was left without faith.me quedé sin fe.

From every love I had I have wounds,De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas,
wounds that don't close and still bleed.heridas que no cierran y sangran todavía.
Mistake of having loved blindly,Error de haber querido ciegamente,
lost in a torrent of mockery and lies.perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras.
I go on my way without waiting and without seeking loves...Voy en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores...
Love has died because pain destroyed its flowers...Ya murió el amor porque el dolor le destrozó sus flores...
And even if you cry today and implore me,Y aunque hoy llores y me implores
my illusion will not return.mi ilusión no ha de volver.
Don't you see that the poor one is tired already,¡No ves que ya la pobre está cansada,
disheveled and mistreated by so much suffering!deshecha y maltratada por tanto padecer!