No me hablen de ella

Don't waste your words, don't waste your time
talking to me about her because she is my love,
what does it matter if she comes from a sad past
I too return from a world of horror.
I am a man and I put myself as judge and culprit
a thousand mouths lied because I lied,
I can't judge her because I've rolled
and I know what it costs with honor to live.

Don't talk to me about her...
if I live in her kisses a better world,
the four walls that enclose my hours
are in her tenderness a nest of love.
Don't talk to me about her...
because she is a piece of my heart,
I love her and if one day she needs my blood
my blood and my life, for her I give it.

Don't tell me anything, don't tarnish her name
tomorrow is life, yesterday has already passed,
if to err is human, the poet told us,
to forgive is divine and that is my reason.
She is the handful of dreams that I forged
my longing for life, my creed and my faith,
for her I, wandering street sparrow,
by kissing her mouth I sought the cage.