Desde el alma

Soul, if you have been hurt so much, why do you refuse to forget?
why do you refuse to forget?
Why do you prefer
to mourn what you have lost,
seek what you have loved,
to call what has died?

You live uselessly sad
and I know you never deserved
to pay with sorrows
the guilt of being good,
as good as you were
for love.

It was what once began,
what then ceased to be.
What in the end
because of a mistake
was a bitter night of the heart.

Leave those cards!
Go back to your old illusion!
Next to the pain
that opens a wound
comes life
brings another love.

Soul, do not close your window
to the happy morning sun.
Do not despair,
that the dearest dream
is the one that hurts us the most,
it is the one that hurts the most.

You live uselessly sad
and I know you never deserved
to pay with sorrows
the guilt of being good,
as good as you were
for love.