Déame que me vaya

(Let me go away...
and let me die with her...)

Even if it hurts my soul
and my chest breaks
let me go away
to forget your kisses.

Where I'll go doesn't matter
don't try to stop me
you know perfectly well
that loving you was in vain.

I don't believe in your promises
don't make vows to me
as soon as your voice lets them go
the wind carries them away.

Always in my heart
I keep a chacarera
let me go away
and let me die with her.

Even if it hurts my soul
I only think about leaving
I don't want to be tomorrow
crucified and sad.

From the hollow of your hands
white as sugar
I drank the disappointments
I tasted the bitterness.

The honey you gave me
wasn't made of flowers
you made the honey of your love
from some resentment.

Always in my heart
I keep a chacarera
let me go away
and let me die with her.