El Reproche - Intocable

Ayer prendí fuego a la casa

Aquella que fue nuestro nido

Antes de tu tracion

Allí se quemo tu retrato, tu ropa, y tu cama

También se quemo mi quitarra

Y todas mis canciones

Nada mas una no

Adonde te hago el reproche

Que fuiste traidora, enfame, e enfiel

Que tan fuerte sera este reproche

Que ni el mismo fuego ha podido cojer

Ayer prendí fuego a la casa

Y al ver tu retrato quemarse

Me puse a llorar

Oye que mi pobre guitarra

Entre llamas lloraba

Alli se quedo entre las llamas

Perdido en cenisas

Su llanto de metal

Solo ha quedado el reproche

Que fuiste traidora, enfame, e enfiel

Que tan fuerte sera este reproche

Que ni el mismo fuego ha podido cojer

Yesterday I set the house on fire

The one that was our nest

Before your betrayal

There your portrait, your clothes, and your bed were burned

My quitar also burned

and all my songs

nothing but one no

Where do I reproach you

That you were treasonous, infamous, and unfaithful

How strong will this reproach be?

That not even the fire itself has been able to catch

Yesterday I set the house on fire

And seeing your portrait burn

I started to cry

Hey my poor guitar

between flames he cried

There he stayed between the flames

lost in ashes

His cry of metal

Only the reproach has remained

That you were treasonous, infamous, and unfaithful

How strong will this reproach be?

That not even the fire itself has been able to catch