Dicha pasada - Osvaldo Pugliese, Miguel Montero

Ayer cuando te vi tan altanera

Pasear con el que fuese mi rival

Pensé en aquellas quince primaveras

Que dio más hermosura a tu mirar

Pero hoy no sos la misma que eras antes

La luz que hubo en tus ojos se apagó

Tenés una amargura en tu semblante

Que nadie ha de saberla como yo

Y aunque me niegues que has sufrido

Yo bien sé que has vivido

Mil horas angustiosas

Y que en tu pecho se han quedado

Las dichas del pasado

Como marchitas rosas…

Si por otro hombre me dejaste

No quiero reprocharte

Lo mal que me has querido

Vos sos mujer y te perdono

Que al fin con tu abandono

Me has hecho más feliz

Yo soy como la abeja, libre vuelo

Y en pos de otro cariño mi alma va

Pues cuando necesito algún consuelo

Hay otra que a mi vida se lo da

Y ya que fue tu gusto el despreciarme

Jamás nunca a tu lado volveré

Te pago como has sabido pagarme

Y todo aquel pasado olvidaré

Yesterday when I saw you so haughty

Walk with the one who was my rival

I thought of those fifteen springs

What gave more beauty to your look

But today you are not the same as you were before

The light that was in your eyes went out

You have a bitterness in your face

That no one has to know it like me

And even if you deny me that you have suffered

I know that you have lived

A thousand harrowing hours

And that they have stayed in your chest

the joys of the past

Like withered roses...

If you left me for another man

I don't want to reproach you

how badly you loved me

You are a woman and I forgive you

That finally with your abandonment

you have made me happier

I am like the bee, I fly free

And after another love my soul goes

Well when I need some comfort

There is another that gives it to my life

And since it was your pleasure to despise me

I will never ever return to your side

I pay you as you have known how to pay me

And all that past I will forget