El Desquite

What fault do I have,
If because of your bad head, you will suffer
I don't stop you,
If that's your taste, you must follow that path
Sooner or later,
I will see you, regretting your actions
When in vain,
You want to repent, backpedal

I suffer, so that you suffer
And if the game is lost,
I like to burn my house
To see the one in front burn

How bitter,
It will be to think that by my side, you won't return
And yet,
You will never see me crying, for your desire

I pretend,
It was a fairground or carnival ending,
Because there's no party,
Without a joyful beginning, and a sad ending

I suffer, so that you suffer
And if the game is lost,
I like to burn my house
To see the one in front burn