Danger looms,
mmm, and nothing could be clearer
than this unwavering inkling.
Love lies still,
between a coffin
and brief verses of farewell.
Oh… Don’t seek a culprit…
there is none,
only you.
There’s no act more foolish
than the one repeated
so long ago,
a thousand times…
your hands against my love.
Oh, ruin!
Ah, better not to beg.
Better to bury my affection,
admit
it was only attachment,
mmm, and let it go
soon
back to where it came from.
¡Oh, perdición!
mejor no rogar
mejor inhumar mi cariño,
aceptar
que solo es apego,
que debe irse,
muy pronto
por donde vino.
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