Ingrata

For giving you everything
My hands are empty
For turning all your great pain into joy

For giving you everything
My arms are tired
I've received as a great reward
Only an offense
That leaves me on the sidelines

Ungrateful, you haven't left me
Even a little bit of you
I've worried about making you a queen
To see you more beautiful
And you give me pain
Ungrateful love

Ungrateful, you haven't left me
Even a little bit of you
I fought like a lion
From my poverty to
Give you riches and in vain
You're killing me