Encadenados [English translation]

Perhaps it would be better if you didn't come back.

Perhaps it would be better if you forgot me.

Coming back is to start tormenting one another,

to love just to hate each other

without beginning or end.

We have hurt each other so, so much

that love is a torture between us,

never the dessillusion wanted to come,

neither the oblivion nor the craze,

we'll always go on in the same way.

Love like ours is a punishment

that, until death, one carries in the soul;

my luck is in need of your luck

and you need me even much more.

That's why there will never be good byes,

neither existing peace will console us,

and the pass of the pain will find us

on our knees, face to face in life,

and nothing else.