De Rama en Rama

From branch to branch it is seen since it is not in my nest
that love that swore it would not forget me
If I once had illusions, it took them away on its wings
but the pride I have didn't let me beg

I got up slowly, raised my head
and without drinking a single cup, I climbed back to my throne
I don't enjoy my defeat because the love that leaves me
small won't see me

A few days ago she came back, said I should forgive her
that I shouldn't hold a grudge, she feels very defeated
doesn't matter if I died of loneliness in my bed
I don't forgive a love that left my nest
flying from branch to branch

It doesn't matter if I died
of loneliness in my bed
I don't forgive a love
that walked away from my nest
flying from branch to branch.