Regalo de Amor

When I gave you my life
I was left without a leg to stand on
A cruel rope pulled at my hair
Dragging my steps
Calling out your name
And making me walk.

I tried to take yours away, but you skillfully dodged
One and more than a thousand blows I wanted to give... I wanted to give...

To reclaim my old soul, I ran
I ended up in stages and memories
Between days and nights of stupor, I searched for it
And among the filthiest garbage, I found it
And there I found it... and I found it...
And I found it... and I found it... and I found it...

They are old gifts thrown away
They are love stories, old tales
They are stories of honor of little value
They are old gifts thrown away.