This world is unfaithful
Is very cruel,
I know that I did not heal
And who is the reason for my thirst...
Sometimes I think that would be better to be single
Than 'badly accompanied',
With false girls without hopes,
That they wish sometimes that the pardon was revenge.
But not always I am right,
And for that reason I lost my heart...
I weep with hopes,
Which it someday changes,
But as I know them,
I know that will not happen...
Single I was guilty of to prohibited love.
Which finished very hurt...
But now I want that they pardons my dangerous feats,
those that they removed the colour to the roses...
But I do not regret that love,
Because already it finished,
I wait for your pardon, or perhaps no,
but this I say it of the bottom of the heart...
