Because of you, woman, because of you,
This love that I have you rambles.
you broke it by being untouchable,
and that's why grief makes me drunk.
You promised that nothing and nobody
This love of the two would break.
You were door without sheet or key
Even though you gave me mine.
Love with love is paid
and someday I will charge you,
if today your betrayal makes me bitter,
As a man I will stand.
But walk with a lot of touch,
and look where you're going,
that the wounds that I feel
with another you will pay them.
Slowly you entered my soul,
as a dagger enters the flesh,
you broke my life and my calm,
but love with love is paid.
You will walk through other people's paths
and you will have much more than me,
but the world is full of sorrows,
and those penalties will be your punishment.
Love with love is paid
and someday I will charge you,
if today your betrayal makes me bitter,
As a man I will stand.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)