What a pity.......

What a pity! 

You poor heart that you think you all; 

again you have fallen prisoner of love ... 

Without thinking, just feel what you wanted ... 

Returning again to be hurt! 

Why do not you stop to think and your twilight has come? 

There are only thousands of memories, 

pieces of yesterday already forgotten. 

And only throb habit, 

your poor heart that desfalleces 

to feel the solitude in which you lived. 

But no, even so, 

you still dreaming without caring pain, 

bursting into tears. 

You poor heart, 

what you think you are? 

If you only find sorrows and losses; 

You, poor heart, 

do not give as much!