De Que Me Sirve Ya
Huddled in the corner of a sofa
Frail in the pain of the dampness
Without speaking, the darkness gives life to the sadness
Of walking in solitude, wounds from a thorn, today
What’s the use now
Of fleeing my whole life
If now I’m free, free to trap
All that which I let escape
The smiles of love have gone now
But nobody has ever died from crying
You’ll see how I learn to forget
No, you never suffer over me, over my freedom
Without haste I’ll live again today
A thousand miseries will rain down
But they won’t overcome me
What’s the use now
And now I’m free, free to trap
All the wind with my breath
What’s the use now
Of fleeing, crying and hurting myself more
If now I’m free, free to trap
Don’t come back
What does it matter now
I won’t say any more