No Naqueres Más de Mí

Don't want more from me,
Don't give me reason to tell you
What they haven't told you about yourself.

I know you don't love me
My little faults,
What a bad gypsy you are.

No matter how you react
If you're ugly, you'll always be
No matter how much you dress up.

The sorrows you have,
You well deserve them
For having such a bad tongue.

When you're alone
And refresh your memory,
Thinking of me, you'll cry.