Que Me Importa Tu Pasado (part. Mario Bustos)

For a while now
I've noticed you're down
Silence lingers
Love is crying

Like a reproach
For who you used to be
Burned into your
Heart like a brand

So many times
You lower your head
When you find shelter
In my arms

Like you're afraid
That suddenly
Your poor happiness
Won't be found again

What do I care about your past
Don't cry, my good friend
It's not a crime to be hurt
Nor a sin to have fallen
In the twists of life

What do I care about your past
If I've never been a player
If some coward offends you
I swear on my mother
I'll stand up for you right here

Your eyes look
And they're lost
You're tired
Of so much wandering
But by my side
There will always be a nest
You know
And a friendly chest
Where you can cry