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I know this wound is not fair
that you are causing in my soul
you know how much I trusted you
and even more, how much I loved you

Perhaps God made woman
for man to sow forgetfulness
and you are not the exception
what does it matter, everything is the same

But more than the pain of feeling deceived
I am scared of the idea of loneliness
when night comes and dawn breaks
I will die thinking who you will be with

Who will you play with, kissing in the soul
and lighting fires
under the blankets
more than this sadness that has entered my home
I am scared of the idea of not seeing you anymore

Perhaps God made woman
to endure the wounds
that man inflicts without thinking
that a woman gave him life

But more than the pain of feeling deceived...

Who will you play with, kissing in the soul...

But more than the pain of feeling deceived...

Who will you play with, kissing in the soul...
I am scared of the idea of not seeing you anymore.