Cien Años (en inglés)

Cien Años
You passed to my side
With great indifference
Your eyes not even
They turned toward me
I saw you without you saw me
I spoke to you without you heard me
And all my bitterness
He/she drowned inside me

It hurts me until the life
To know that you forgot me
To think that neither scorns
I deserve of tí
And however you continue
Together to my existence
And if I live a hundred years
A hundred years I think of you
You passed to my side
With great indifference
Your eyes not even
They turned toward me
I saw you without you saw me
I spoke to you without you heard me
And all my bitterness
He/she drowned inside me
It hurts me until the life
To know that you forgot me
To think that neither scorns
I deserve of you
And however you continue
Together to my existence
And if I live a hundred years
A hundred years I think of you.