Se Acabó
Camilo Sesto
It's Over
Goodbye...
I leave you the keys,
in your house and in your heart
I don't want to know who comes and goes.
Goodbye...
I don't know if to cry or to die
if to kill you or to kill myself
just to forget you,
so I don't love or hate you.
It's over, it's over
you have played enough the role of a lover
selling your love,
I'm not interested in buying you.
It's over, it's over
the theater in bed sighing without desire,
without truth in the voice, without respect for love,
not for me, not for anything.
