Yerba Mala
Yo sé que tu castigo es verme
Que te mueres de rabia cuando me ves llegar
Que soy en tu existencia como la yerba mala
Que se va prodigando sin poderse arrancar
Yo sé que tu castigo es verme
Que el correr de los días te va enseñando a odiar
Y desgraciadamente yo soy ese motivo
Yo que con tu cariño he formado un altar
Yo diera gota a gota la sangre de mis venas
Por lograr de tus ojos mi presencia borrar
Pero qué quieres que haga si tú eres en mi vida
El único refugio que me puede abrigar
Yo sé que tu castigo es verme
Bad Weed
I know that your punishment is to see me
That you seethe with anger when you see me coming
That in your existence I'm like the bad weed
That spreads without being able to be uprooted
I know that your punishment is to see me
That the passing of days teaches you to hate
And unfortunately, I am that reason
I, who with your love have built an altar
I would give drop by drop the blood from my veins
To erase my presence from your eyes
But what do you want me to do if you are in my life
The only refuge that can shelter me
I know that your punishment is to see me
Escrita por: Enrique Fabregat / Mario Molina Montes