Mujer Ingrata

You forgot the promises you made to me
When I gave you all my life
You left my side and abandoned me
With a sick and sore soul

I would like to see as you walk away
You heed the advice of this friend
The heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is the illusion killed with a knife

What reasons did I give you? Tell me soon!
To turn my affection into a rag
You killed the horizon of my dream
And you nailed disappointment in my chest

I would like to see as you walk away
You heed the advice of this friend
The heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is the illusion killed with a knife

I don't demand that you come back to my side
Because I believe begging is cowardly
But if you remember, ungrateful woman
When you suffer disappointments, it will be too late