t's not that I'm regretful  
of having loved you so much,  
what upsets me is your oblivion  
and your betrayal  
plunges me into bitter weeping;  
if you could see, I'm so sad  
that I sing to avoid crying;  
if you left for your own sake,  
for your own sake  
I must forgive you!  
The afternoon when I saw you  
I liked your appearance,  
babe of the suburbs,  
and not knowing why I followed you  
and I gave you my heart  
and it was only for my misfortune.  
Look how sincere was my love  
that I never imagined  
the bitterness of your betrayal.  
That I was left alone and sad  
without love and faith  
and a beaten heart.  
After sucking, betrayer,  
from the rosebush of my love,  
you leave unfaithful  
looking  
the spell of another flower;  
and looking for the purest one,  
the one with the prettiest color,  
you blind it with your beauty  
to later  
deceive it with your love.  
Be careful, butterfly,  
of the deeply felt loves,  
don't get blind by the glow  
of some false passion,  
because then you'll pay for  
all your wickedness,  
for all your betrayal.