Compréndala

Excuse me sir, I beg you
If my advice gets to offend you
By giving you my opinion, I take nothing away
After all, you are already the owner of her kisses

You won her fair and square
My love is deep in oblivion
What do I gain by fighting even if I love her
I know how to recognize when I have lost

And if she wakes up
Crying over there in the early morning
Complaining about the touch of her pillow
Understand her sir, she is pampered
Because I, who adored her madly
Would put her to bed in rose petals

And if she wakes up
Saying she feels misunderstood
Running away from your boring talk
Understand her sir, it's my fault
Because when I had her in my arms
I would lull her to sleep with verses and songs

And if she wakes up
Crying over there in the early morning
Complaining about the touch of her pillow
Understand her sir, she is pampered
Because I, who adored her madly
Would put her to bed in rose petals

And if she wakes up
Saying she feels misunderstood
Running away from your boring talk
Understand her sir, it's my fault
Because when I had her in my arms
I would lull her to sleep with verses and songs