El Perdedor (en inglés)

El Perdedor
What more do you want from me, if the past is proof of your love
I don’t have the courage to escape forever from the pain
It’s too much to ask that we continue with this hypocrisy
How much longer will I be able to live in the same lie

No, don’t go bragging, no
That you’ve stolen my heart
And I don’t have anything more
Yes, I prefer to be the loser
Who has given you everything
And I don’t have anything more
I don’t have anything more
I can’t go on resisting this strange feeling
That freezes my skin like a winter out of season
Your gaze and mine, ignoring each other in the distance
Everything loses meaning and the emptiness is better than the oblivion
I prefer to let you go that to be your prisoner
Don’t go around saying that you’re the mistress of my feelings
No, don’t go bragging, no
That you’ve stolen my heart
And I don’t have anything more
Yes, I prefer to be the loser
Who has given you everything
And I don’t have anything more
No, don’t go bragging, no
That you’ve stolen my heart
And I don’t have anything more
Yes, I prefer to be a loser
Who has given you everything
And you don’t have anything more
I don’t have anything more

What more do you want from me
If the past is proof of your love