Ni Quemando Las Cobijas
Bronco
Not Even Burning the Blankets
If burning the blankets
Would make this love forget,
Tomorrow, with the bed too,
Tomorrow, I’d burn them all.
If tearing down the walls
Of the house where I lived,
Would make this memory fade,
Tomorrow, I’d tear them down.
But it’s not the blankets,
The bed, or the walls,
A memory wraps us up
In other traps, in other nets.
You don’t forget a love,
You can’t escape, it’s no use,
Not even burning the blankets,
Not even tearing down the walls.
If burning the blankets
Would make this love forget,
Tomorrow, with the bed too,
Tomorrow, I’d burn them all.
If tearing down the walls
Of the house where I lived,
Would make this memory fade,
Tomorrow, I’d tear them down.
But it’s not the blankets,
The bed, or the walls,
A memory wraps us up
In other traps, in other nets.
You don’t forget a love,
You can’t escape, it’s no use,
Not even burning the blankets,
Not even tearing down the walls.
