Horacio Godoy & Cecilia Berra

Ayer cuando te vi tan altanera
pasear con el que fuese mi rival,
pensé en aquellas quince primaveras
que dio más hermosura a tu mirar.
Pero hoy no sos la misma que eras antes,
la luz que hubo en tus ojos se apagó,
tenés una amargura en tu semblante,
que nadie ha de saberla como yo.

Y aunque me niegues que has sufrido
yo bien sé que has vivido
mil horas angustiosas
y que en tu pecho se han quedado
las dichas del pasado
como marchitas rosas...
Si por otro hombre me dejaste,
no quiero reprocharte
lo mal que me has querido.
Vos sos mujer y te perdono
que al fin con tu abandono
me has hecho más feliz.

Yo soy como la abeja, libre vuelo
y en pos de otro cariño mi alma va,
pues cuando necesito algún consuelo
hay otra que a mi vida se lo da.
Y ya que fue tu gusto el despreciarme
jamás nunca a tu lado volveré.
Te pago como has sabido pagarme,
y todo aquel pasado olvidaré.

Yesterday when I saw you so haughty
walking with the one who was my rival
I thought of those fifteen springs
that gave more beauty to your look.
But today you are not the same as you were before,
the light that was in your eyes is gone,
you have a bitterness in your countenance,
that no one has to know it as I do.

And even if you deny that you have suffered
I well know that you have lived
a thousand anguishing hours
and that in your chest have remained
the joys of the past
like withered roses...
If you left me for another man
I don't want to reproach you
how badly you have loved me.
You are a woman and I forgive you
that at last with your abandonment
you have made me happier.

I am like the bee, I fly free
and in pursuit of another love my soul goes,
for when I need some consolation
there is another who gives it to my life.
And since it was your pleasure to despise me
I will never return to your side.
I will repay you as you have known how to repay me,
and all that past I will forget.