La Mariposa

It's not that I regret
having loved you so much,
what saddens me is your forgetfulness
and your betrayal
plunges me into bitter tears;
if you could see, I'm so sad
that I sing to avoid crying;
if you left for your own good,
for your own good
I must forgive you!

That afternoon when I saw you
I liked your figure,
girl from the suburb,
and without knowing why I followed you
and gave you my heart
and it was only for my misfortune.
See how sincere my love was
that I never imagined
the bitterness of your betrayal.
That I was left alone and sad
without love and without faith
and with a defeated heart.

After sipping traitorously
from the rosebush of my love
you deceitfully leave
to seek
the charm of another flower;
and seeking the purest,
the most beautiful in color,
you blind her with your beauty
only to later
deceive her with your love.

Be careful, butterfly,
of the fleeting loves,
do not let yourself be blinded
by the brightness
of some false passion,
because then you will pay
for all your wickedness,
all your betrayal.