La mariposa

It's not that I'm sorry
of having loved you so much;
what grieves me is your forgetfulness
and your betrayal
that plunges me into bitter weeping.
If you could only see! I am so sad
that I sing for not crying...
If you left for your own good
for your good
I must forgive you.

After drinking treacherously
in the rosebush of my love
you leave, deceitful one,
to seek
the charm of another flower...
And looking for the purest one
the most beautiful in color,
you blind it with your beauty
and then
to deceive it with your love.

That afternoon when I saw you
I liked your image,
little girl from the suburbs,
and without knowing why I followed you
and I gave you my heart
and it was only because of my pain.
Look if my love was sincere
that I never imagined
the gall of your betrayal...

How lonely and sad I was left
without love and without faith
and my heart defeated!

Be careful, butterfly,
of the love senses...
Do not be blinded by the gleams
of some false passion
for then you will pay
for all your wickedness,
all your treachery.