Pregúntale (en inglés)

Pregúntale
Tired of loving, thinking that maybe
I have been a game to you
Tired of waiting for one who doesn’t care any more
I’m dying from so much loneliness

I know you don’t care, you were always like that
So indifferent with me
On the other hand I was always in love with you
Ask the sea how many times I’ve thought of you, woman
Ask the wind how many times I shouted your name
Ask it, ask it
Ask the wine, companion in my loneliness
The time of my life that I’ve lost
Ask it, ask it
Tired of loving, thinking that maybe
I have been a game to you
Tired of waiting for one who doesn’t care any more
I’m dying from so much loneliness
I know you don’t care, you were always like that
So indifferent with me
On the other hand I was always in love with you
Ask that friend of ours how much I cried
Ask the night how long I waited
Ask it, ask it
Ask the one who no longer has tears left to cry
Who has suffered so much that he no longer feels
Ask him, ask him