Ódiame

Hate me out of pity, I ask you
Hate me without measure or mercy
Hatred, I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

Hate me out of pity, I ask you
Hate me without measure or mercy
Hatred, I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, woman with insistence
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated

What is worth more? Me humble, you proud
Or is your weak beauty worth more?
Think that, at the bottom of the grave
We will wear the same garment

What is worth more, me humble, you proud
Or is your weak beauty worth more?
Think that, at the bottom of the grave
We will wear the same garment

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, woman with insistence
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
But keep in mind, according to experience
That only what is loved is hated