Triste comedia

When last night I saw her with another
my suffering was so great, I didn't know what to do,
that I didn't know what to do,
cry or understand,
that perhaps you never loved me.
Hiding, I turned the corner,
and in my sadness I thought of crazy things.
I only longed to see her again
and shout my resentment
for her betrayal.

And today, when I hold her in my arms
kissing me as always,
seeing that she lies again
that she lies like yesterday, I kept silent.
I can't, I love her!
And, even if she deceives me, I prefer
to go on living this comedy
before the fear of losing her and going mad.

And I felt my heart crying,
ashamed of being so lazy.
And I felt inside me
desire to leave
and drown my voice that was cowardly.
But nothing stops the heart,
when it loves as I love it.
And the desire to scream
was left in my throat without gushing out
before love.