No creas

To roll,
I also wanted to roll,
Because rolling I thought
That it was easy to forget.
Afterwards,
With the sorrow of goodbye,
How many drinks did I drink
And oblivion did not come.
 
To roll,
How many years I saw go by,
Because I didn't want to return
Dragging my sorrow.
To return,
As changed as I am,
Don't think that I forgot
I come in search of forgiveness.
 
Don't believe in that goodbye,
Don't believe that my love died,
There are so many memories of yesterday
That I feel when I come back
A remnant of emotion.
Don't believe in that goodbye,
Don't believe that my love died,
I feel so guilty
That I am...
Slave of my pain.