Basta ya (ingles)

Basta ya (ingles)
From today
I have prohibited to my eyes
mirarte again to the face.
You have something finishes with me
that to my mind
of my soul it separates.
I have
to resign to quererte
before
no longer it has remedy
If my life left your luck
my sera way the cemetery.

And it is enough already
of your inconsiencia
of this so absurd form.
to see newspaper
as you throw to the sweepings
my heart
what I give you,
with as much faith to see in you happiness.
I will take
the dignity of not falling more in your game
I will make of all my interior new footpaths
And I will cry, until obtaining
that someday no longer it returns to you to remember.
I have
to resign to quererte
before
no longer it has remedy
If my life left your luck
my sera way the cemetery.
and it is enough already
of your inconciencia
of this so absurd form.
to see newspaper
as you throw to the sweepings
my heart
what I give you,
with as much faith to see in you happiness.
I will take
the dignity of not falling more in your game
I will make of all my interior new footpaths
And I will cry, until obtaining
that someday no longer it returns to you to remember.

and it will cry until obtaining
that someday
no longer it returns to you to remember