Ingrata

For giving you everything
My hands are empty
For transforming all your great pain into joy

For giving you everything
My arms are tired
I have received as a great reward
Just one offense
To leave me aside

You have not left me ungrateful
Not a bit of you
I have been concerned about making you a queen
To see you more beautiful
And you give me pain
Ungrateful love

You have not left me ungrateful
Not a bit of you
Fight like a lion
From my poverty by
Give you riches and in vain
You're killing me