Dejamdéjame ir (en inglés)

My love, what a convenient situation
You’ve made my heart make do
With the leftovers of your love
For you, I don’t believe in me
And even so you ask for more

No I don’t have anything left, what do you want from me
What gives you the right to make me suffer
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make someone happy
More than the truth, my love, they weren’t talking about me

Love, yes there’s no other adjective
For this scornful love
Tell me what the hell you’re doing with me
And what I’m doing here
Because even so you ask for more

No don’t have anything left, what do you want from me
What gives you the right to make me suffer
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make someone happy
More than the truth, my love, they weren’t talking about me If you ever loved me
Just let me go, let me go

No don’t have anything left, what do you want from me
What gives you the right to make me suffer
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make someone happy
More than the truth, my love, they weren’t talking about me

No don’t have anything left
Who said that a lie can make someone happy
More than the truth, my love, they weren’t talking about me
Who said that a lie can make someone happy
More than the truth, my love, they weren’t talking about me