Crucifixión
Amar es una mujer que fácil es
Si somos castas e intachables
Si no tenemos nada reprochable
Si somos fieles hasta en el pensar
Pero si nos tropezamos en el camino
Se nos trata peor que a un delincuente
La sociedad nos juzga duramente
Y el pobre macho no sabe perdonar
Si te ha ofendido
La mujer que tú más quieres
Y te ha pedido tu perdón, dáselo ahora
Que no es cobarde el que perdona a las mujeres
Si el mismo Dios ha perdonado, ¿tú quién eres?
El ser varón no es acabarse la botella
Ni presumir que tienes hembras por montones
Es perdonar la peor ofensa de tu esposa
Ahí se conocen los verdaderos hombres
Por cosas del destino, un día fallé
Me condenaron, me crucificaron
No tuve amigos, todos me juzgaron
Solo mi Dios me supo comprender
Por eso te aconsejo amiga mía
Si has tropezado por un ser humano
No le supliques a este vil gusano
Que el peor pecado es nacer mujer
Si te ha ofendido
La mujer que tú más quieres
Y te ha pedido tu perdón, dáselo ahora
Que no es cobarde el que perdona a las mujeres
Si el mismo Dios ha perdonado, ¿tú quién eres?
El ser varón no es acabarse la botella
Ni presumir que tienes hembras por montones
Es perdonar la peor ofensa de tu esposa
Ahí se conocen los verdaderos hombres
Crucifixion
To love is a woman, how easy it is
If we are chaste and blameless
If we have nothing to reproach
If we are faithful even in our thoughts
But if we stumble on the way
We are treated worse than a criminal
Society judges us harshly
And the poor man doesn't know how to forgive
If the woman you love the most
Has offended you
And has asked for your forgiveness, give it now
For it's not cowardly to forgive women
If God himself has forgiven, who are you?
Being a man is not finishing a bottle
Or boasting about having women in abundance
It's forgiving your wife's worst offense
That's where true men are known
By fate's design, one day I failed
I was condemned, crucified
I had no friends, everyone judged me
Only my God understood me
That's why I advise you, my friend
If you have stumbled because of a human being
Don't beg this vile worm
For the worst sin is to be born a woman
If the woman you love the most
Has offended you
And has asked for your forgiveness, give it now
For it's not cowardly to forgive women
If God himself has forgiven, who are you?
Being a man is not finishing a bottle
Or boasting about having women in abundance
It's forgiving your wife's worst offense
That's where true men are known