No me escribas

Don't write to me, I prefer not to hear from you.
I'm afraid, very afraid that your letters will hurt me;
that one day they'll tell me that you've forgotten about me
and your kisses and caresses belong to a rival.
You don't know what I've suffered since the day you left
when I saw that you were gone and that I was alone.
I had rage, I had sorrow, I don't know what I would have done
and that night, of sadness and pain I got drunk.

Since then I have tried to get rid of your memory,
to tear you out of my chest, to kill this mess,
but to no avail, because the more I tried to forget you.
like grampa you were sticking in my poor heart.
I have filled the walls of the bulín with your portraits,
and your letters, the first ones, the ones you knew how to send me.
other times, I keep them, because you told me in them
that you would never forget my love.

Don't write to me, I prefer not to hear from you,
I'm afraid, very afraid that your letters will hurt me,
that one day they will tell me that you have forgotten me.
and your kisses and caresses belong to a rival.
Yesterday afternoon, at the moment when I was at my saddest, longing for your memories
longing for your memories I received a letter:
when I saw that it was your handwriting I was afraid to read it
and trembling, without having opened the envelope, I tore it up.