Por Que Me Atacan Los Recuerdos

I don't want to talk about things that hurt us, because I already have
Enough with my absence, of the time when both of us
Felt love, I prefer to pretend indifference, if you know
Like me that
It happened, I beg you not to ask what happened, it's hard
To remember, I know I'm going to cry, and a man like me has never cried, because memories attack me, some
Bad and others good, some old and others
New, from those hours
When you were next to me, and the ghosts start to emerge,
That corner me in the night, and tear me apart
In the corners, hiding some things from you, because

Memories attack me..
You see that unintentionally I'm already crying, I ask you to
Forgive me if you understand, a man in solitude,
With nothing and at this age, having to remember is
Killing him, and now please if you have understood, let's
Put an end to this story once and for all, if it's already over there's no point in remembering, I prefer to walk empty and without memory, memories
Attack me, some bad and others good,
Some old
And others new, from those hours when you were
Next to me, and the ghosts start to emerge, that corner me
In the night, and tear me apart in the corners, hiding
Some things from you, because memories attack me.