Condena

I would like to know
what brutal destiny
condemns me to the horror
of this hell in which I am...
Punished like a vile man,
for me to suffer in my mistake
the failure of a longing for love.
Condemned to the pain
of knowing to my sorrow
that you will never be,
never... not for me.
That you belong to someone else... and that to speak,
is to not see you anymore,
is to lose you forever and die.

I've dragged along crying
the hope of forgetting,
mired my soul
in a hundred loves, without mercy.
Useless dream. I have not been able
No, forget...
Today as yesterday
blind and brutal I embrace myself
in longing for you.

And the worst, the bestial
of this endless drama
is that you don't even know
of my infernal love...
That you have given me your friendship
and he gives me his faith,
and no one suspects my evil...
Who wounded me with this love
that I cannot extinguish?
Who pushes me to kill my reason
like a vile man?
Is it your eyes perhaps?
Or is it your voice that tied me down?
Or in your walk is my love intertwined?