Ama a Quien Llora Por Ti

Gently scattered
On some cord
With a Quilmes by my side
Next to my heart
A couple of repressed poems
That are no longer useful
And I assure you, baby
He won't give them to you

And now I know
I mean nothing to you
But someday you'll fall for me
That's why don't cry for someone who doesn't love you
Love the one who cries for you

Inside a bar
You can also find me
Drowning sorrows in a glass
Trying to forget
That you gave him your eyes
And he gave you a deep wound
That my guitar doesn't sound sad
And always inside its case
And I don't play it because

I mean nothing to you
But someday you'll fall for me
That's why don't cry for someone who doesn't love you
Love the one who cries for you
Love, love the one who cries for you
Love the one who cries for you