Mi Gloria Es Tu Condena
Sé que te llenas la boca al decir
Yo soy su señora
Sé que me vas maldiciendo y así
Pasan todas tus horas
Casi no duermes pensando en la forma
De borrarme del mapa
Pobre cobarde que no eres capaz
De mirarme a la cara
Quiero advertirte que miedo no hay
De ti ni de nadie
Quiero recuerdes que siempre seré
Mucho más que su amante
Y que no habrá suficiente distancia
Para tu separarnos
Y así no sigas pensando que fui
Solamente pasado
Prefiero ser su amante
Tenerlo por instantes
Prefiero ser la otra
Por quien su amor desboca
Me gusta ser su amante
Por tener siempre cerca
Y con imaginarme
Sus noches se desvela
No hay firma, ni papeles
No hay lazos, ni cadenas
Lo quiero como amante
Mi gloria es tu condena
Prefiero ser su amante
Tenerlo por instantes
Prefiero ser la otra
Por quien su amor desboca
Y no ser esa estúpida
Que vive de ilusiones
Que cuando está con el
El no le corresponde
Me gusta ser su amante
Por tener siempre cerca
Y con imaginarme
Sus noches se desvela
No hay firma, ni papeles
No hay lazos, ni cadenas
Lo quiero como amante
Mi gloria es tu condena
My Glory Is Your Sentence
I know you fill your mouth when you say
I am his lady
I know you curse me and that's how
All your hours go by
You hardly sleep thinking about the way
To erase me from the map
Poor coward who is not capable
Of looking me in the eyes
I want to warn you that there is no fear
Of you or anyone
I want you to remember that I will always be
Much more than his lover
And that there will not be enough distance
To separate us
So don't keep thinking that I was
Just a past
I prefer to be his lover
To have him for moments
I prefer to be the other
For whom his love overflows
I like being his lover
To always have him close
And by imagining
His nights are sleepless
There are no signatures, no papers
No ties, no chains
I want him as a lover
My glory is your sentence
I prefer to be his lover
To have him for moments
I prefer to be the other
For whom his love overflows
And not be that stupid one
Who lives on illusions
That when she's with him
He doesn't reciprocate
I like being his lover
To always have him close
And by imagining
His nights are sleepless
There are no signatures, no papers
No ties, no chains
I want him as a lover
My glory is your sentence