Adelante

Forward whoever it may be
touching the doors of my soul.
Forward, I want them to see
how I'm crying with bitter pain.

It's so hard to control so much bitterness
that I don't care if I end up in madness.
If my old love has already died, why do I live?
if I have no value anymore, if I have no value, I'm useless.

Forward, whoever it may be
touching the doors of my soul.
Forward, I want them to see how I'm living
how I'm dying for my old love.

Forward, whoever it may be
touching the doors of my soul.
Forward, I want them to see how I'm living
how I'm dying for my old love.