Mujer Ingrata

Do you remember the promises you made to me
When I gave you all my life
You left my side and left me
With a sick and sore soul

I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife

What reason did I give you, tell me soon
To turn my affection into a rag
You killed the dream of the horizon in me
And you nailed disappointment in my chest

I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife

I don't demand that you come back to my side
Because I believe begging is for cowards
But if you remember, ungrateful woman
That suffering from disappointment will be too late

I wish that since you are leaving
You would heed the advice of this friend
A heart is not hurt by an offense
Nor is an illusion killed by a knife