Mujer Ingrata
Tu recuerdas las promesas que me hiciste
Cuando yo te entregue toda mi vida
Te fuiste de mi lado y me dejaste
Con el alma enferma dolorida
Yo quisiera que ya que tu te alejas
Atendieras los consejos de este amigo
No se hiere un corazón con una afrenta
Ni se mata la ilusión con un cuchillo
Que motivo te di dímelo pronto
Para ser de mi cariño un estropajo
Matastes en mi el sueño del horizonte
Y clavastes en mi pecho el desengaño
Yo quisiera que ya que tu te alejas
Atendieras los consejos de este amigo
No se hiere un corazón con una afrenta
Ni se mata la ilusión con un cuchillo
No te exijo que vuelvas a mi lado
Porque creo que el rogar es de cobardes
Pero si recordaras mujer ingrata
Que al sufrir el desengaño será tarde
Yo quisiera que ya que tu te alejas
Atendieras los consejos de este amigo
No se hiere un corazón con una afrenta
Ni se mata la ilusión con un cuchillo
Ungrateful Woman
Do you remember the promises you made to me
When I gave you all my life
You left my side and left me
With a sick and sore soul
I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife
What reason did I give you, tell me soon
To turn my affection into a rag
You killed the dream of the horizon in me
And you nailed disappointment in my chest
I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife
I don't demand that you come back to my side
Because I believe begging is for cowards
But if you remember, ungrateful woman
That suffering from disappointment will be too late
I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife
Escrita por: Hilario Cuadros