Mentira

You lied, you lied with such sincere lies
Like a good actor on stage
You knew well that as long as I believed you
Your lips owned my lips

You lied with very real promises
With phrases you stole from a bolero
You said so many special things
They weren't yours, they belonged to a certain Manzanero

Lie, in the end I fell in love with a lie
The fleeting time leaves behind
A bouquet of promises scattered
I realized too late that it was a lie

In the end I fell in love with a lie
Buying the truth of your deceptions
Without realizing that the harm was serving me
The cup from which I now drink my failure

You lied, you lied with the skills of a master
Who knows that my skin is bribable
By your kisses that surrender to my body
Like the Sun in summer any afternoon

Lie, in the end I fell in love with a lie
The fleeting time leaves behind
A bouquet of promises scattered
I realized too late that it was a lie

In the end I fell in love with a lie
Buying the truth of your deceptions
Without realizing that the harm was serving me
The cup from which I now drink my failure

My failure
You lied