Al Final
Vicente Fernández
In the End
In the end
You leave me alone bleeding from crying
No springs in my hands to give
Life is slipping away, without your love
In the end
You cover me all in anguishing solitude
Because I foresee you will never return
And without your gaze, what am I to do
You know well
That you motivated me to love
That I invented intimacy with you
When I provoked you to be a woman
And you see
That even being your troubadour of the night
You deny my nights the illusion
Of seeing a new day dawn
Wherever you are
I only ask you not to forget
That for loving you like a Christ
I remained with open arms in the end
And you see
That even being your troubadour of the night
You deny my nights the illusion
Of seeing a new day dawn
Wherever you are
I only ask you not to forget
That for loving you like a Christ I stayed
With open arms in the end
