No Me Hables de Amores (part. Rapsusklei y Luis Cortés)

They say in love, the good always loses
You can tell your mom whatever you want about me
I loved you too much, but to you, I was less
And still, it hurts that I’m not here for you

Don’t talk to me about love, all the flowers
That I gave away, they left me to die
With all my values, right and wrong
Little by little, I built my garden

Goddess of glass, you satisfied the mortal
Animal instinct with your jingle bell
I’m still trapped in the spiral of the ritual
Of the miracle of salt you hide in your skin

You were my dagger and you were my crown
You were the passion of a heart that kisses and betrays you
In my chest, you’ve ripped out a flower
And now instead of your love, there’s a pain that’s getting worse

And still, you know I never run away
That except for reason, everything is yours
Our song plays
I dance and destroy myself
Take my heart
But leave me my pride

I lost what I had, I have nothing left
I go back to the places where I was happy
Only your absence taught me
That everything that starts also has an end

Don’t talk to me about love, all the flowers
That I gave away, they left me to die
With all my values, right and wrong
Little by little, I built my garden

She was a vine, the muse of the wild garden, the prairie
Jasmine that flourished from the south of her hips
What I knew were flowers over the ground
But in her sweet mouth, spring bloomed

The petals opened lightly and with joy
And the goldfinches sang their cries in bulerías
The first verses of poetry were born
The day a woman smiled at a man

Matriarch in her eyes, dying at the horizon
I who was a monarch and a stowaway
When the boat arrives, let Charon take me
To the ark of the holy land of the sacred

I lost what I had, I have nothing left
I go back to the places where I was happy
Only your absence taught me
That everything that starts also has an end

Don’t talk to me about love, all the flowers
That I gave away, they left me to die
With all my values, right and wrong
Little by little, I built my garden

Don’t talk to me about love, all the flowers
That I gave away, they left me to die
With all my values, right and wrong
Little by little, I built my garden