El Abrojito (part. Alberto Moran)

I carry like a thornbush stuck
Inside my heart a pain
Because you left, ungrateful, from the nest
And condemned my once peaceful life
To a fate of sorrow

I can never tear from my chest
Never the piercing thornbush

And I wander
Through all the hell
That you put me through
With my soul gasping
Without faith, without a nest, without love

I don’t know why you pulled away from me
When I adored you
With growing fervor
I don’t know why you deceived me like this
Without showing your beautiful love

With your love, I was a happy man
And I never thought
That your burning passion
Was a dagger
That would cut me open
This wound
In my heart