I did not look for love, it came and stayed,
you brought it.
I sowed and germinated,
like never before,
my soul with deep roots.
One day without compassion,
you cut the stem of that flower,
leaving me wounded and without mercy my heart.
And I still wonder if I have forgotten you,
after what you did to leave me without your love.
You cut that flower, but it has remained sown,
the root hurting,
without mercy my heart.
Your root is the dead one,
I still love you.
Your root is the dead one,
I still love you.
And this goes for all my race.
I found all that you gave me incomparable,
and that is why that love grew as time went by.
You come back and go, and you still live,
my wounds.
You do not know why,
because I still love you.
And I still wonder if I have forgotten you,
after what you did to leave me without your love.
You cut that flower, but it has remained sown,
the root hurting,
without mercy my heart.
Your root is the dead one,
I still love you.
Your root is the dead one,
I still love you.