Dejénla Que Llore

Today she didn't want to talk to anyone
She came from the street in a bad mood
Today she arrived a little later
No one came to pick her up

She locked herself in her room
And at dinner time
The dinner got cold on her plate
And someone heard her cry

Let her cry alone
Let her with her sorrow
No one but her will know how to heal
All the sadness that love brings

Let her suffer
Someone doesn't love her anymore
At her age, it's so common to cry
For a love that's gone, it's gone