Cien Años
Pedro Infante
One Hundred Years
You passed by my side
With great indifference
Your eyes didn't even
Turn towards me
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my bitterness
Drowned inside me
It hurts me to the core
To know that you forgot me
To think that not even disdain
I deserve from you
And yet, you continue
Linked to my existence
And if I live one hundred years
One hundred years, I think of you
You passed by my side
With great indifference
Your eyes didn't even
Turn towards me
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my bitterness
Drowned inside me
It hurts me to the core
To know that you forgot me
To think that not even disdain
I deserve from you
And yet, you continue
Linked to my existence
And if I live one hundred years
One hundred years, I think of you
