A Grito Abierto

I feel like crying
Out loud.
My loneliness is so cruel
That it's a desert.

The ungrateful one left me
And that's what I feel
That my poor heart
Is already dead.

I've tried to forget her
And I don't forget her,
What good is it for me to live
If it's a torment.
Today my poor heart
Lives uncertain
I feel like crying
I feel like crying
Out loud...