Ay de Tí, Ay de Mí

And I who was back
From all the goings
With a wounded soul
I love you, you see

I'll be whatever you prefer
Your light or your shadow
Or maybe a rug
Kissing your feet

Woe to you, woe to me
Neither you nor I are guilty:
Unhappy fools who fell into this love
That is a mistake
Unforgivable
Woe to you, woe to me

And you who always said
To be intelligent
Not like those people
Who die of love

So you will know that the rose
Is rose because it's beautiful
And not because in it
Breathes a flower

Woe to you, woe to me
Life is the favorite
Fierce dictatorship
Of a creature
Who plays to command
Neither you nor I are nobody
Nor do we make history
For we are the scum
That can still burn