Un Mísero Currante y Punto

Whatever happens, he is greeted
In case one day it stops happening
But don't doubt for a moment
That you will never see me cry

What a pity that a goodbye is a battle
A balance to see who is more
It would be easier for you to go your way and me mine
And let forgetfulness do the rest

We have already turned so many times
To this love of yours and mine
That in the end I have realized
That it will be wasted time

With a cream eraser
You erased my love
And you threw me away as if I were trash
That is no longer worth even recycling

And I add up, summarize and assume
To give you such a novice love
That still has a label
My love was never temporary
My love was worked on full time
When you leave, listen
I don't cry anymore