Me Duelen
José Luis Perales
It Hurts Me
It hurts me the loves that end
It hurts me the unfulfilled promises
It hurts me the truth and the lie
It hurts me the sins in the soul
It hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
It hurts me those who live just because
And those who ask today for tomorrow
It hurts me those who cry over a memory
And those who pay to pass the night
It hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
It hurts me those who live off their body
It hurts me those who lower their gaze
It hurts me the poets and the verses
Who leave their words on the pen
It hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
It hurts me the poverty of the poor
It hurts me the revenge of the wounded
It hurts me the heartbreaks of love
And the hope of the tired man
It hurts me, it hurts me, it hurts me
