A Esa Mujer
A esa mujer, que hace tiempo se fue
Que te robo la razón de vivir
Cuentale que sufres
Si alguna vez la volvieras a ver
Y no tuvieses por quien ser feliz
Cuentale que sufres
Se me olvido una vez pudo ser
El bello alivio que te hace reir
Cuentale que lloras
Se comprensiva por Dios cuentale
Que por su culpa no sabes vivir
Cuentale que lloras
Que la distancia es la traicion
Es el puñal que nace en flor
Sobre una herida de pasiones desgarradas
Que recordar es la ilusion
Que te hace al fin sufrir amor
Sentirte inutil torpe idiota pobre nada
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
Si en otros brazos se muere de amor
Y tu recuerdo no araña su piel
Da la vuelta y calla
Y si comprende que todo acabo
Que de tus manos no quiere la miel
Da la vuelta y calla
Si fue el destino quien te separo
Busca otra fuente que calme tu sed
No le digas nada
Si cambia pena por odio y rencor
Y siente muda tu boca y tu sed
Que la distancia es la traicion
Es el puñal que nace en flor
Sobre una herida de pasiones desgarradas
Que recordar es la ilusion
Que te hace al fin sufrir amor
Sentirte inutil torpe idiota pobre nada
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
Nada, nada me siento así
Que solo se sufrir, que solo se sufrir
Hay amor
To That Woman
To that woman, who left a long time ago
Who stole your reason to live
Tell her that you suffer
If you ever saw her again
And had no one to be happy for
Tell her that you suffer
I forgot once it could have been
The beautiful relief that makes you laugh
Tell her that you cry
Be understanding for God's sake tell her
That because of her you don't know how to live
Tell her that you cry
That distance is the betrayal
It's the dagger that blooms
Over a wound of torn passions
That remembering is the illusion
That finally makes you suffer love
Feeling useless clumsy idiot poor nothing
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
If in other arms one dies of love
And your memory doesn't scratch their skin
Turn around and be silent
And if they understand that everything is over
That they don't want the honey from your hands
Turn around and be silent
If it was destiny that separated you
Look for another source to quench your thirst
Don't say anything to her
If she changes sorrow for hatred and resentment
And feels your mouth and thirst mute
That distance is the betrayal
It's the dagger that blooms
Over a wound of torn passions
That remembering is the illusion
That finally makes you suffer love
Feeling useless clumsy idiot poor nothing
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love
Nothing, nothing I feel this way
That I only know how to suffer, that I only know how to suffer
There is love