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No se para que volviste
si yo empezaba a olvidar
No se si ya lo sabras llore cuando vos te fuiste
No se para que volviste,
que mal me hace recordar
La tarde se apuesto triste
y yo prefiero callar

Para que vamos a hablar
de cosas que ya no existen
No se para que volviste
ya ves que es mejor no hablar

Que pena me da saber que al final
De ese amor ya no queda nada
Solo una pobre cancion da vueltas por mi guitarra
Y hace rato que te extraña
mi zamba para olvidar

Mi zamba vivio conmigo,
parte de mi soledad
No se si ya lo sabras mi vida se fue contigo
Contigo mi amor contigo
Que mal me hace recordar

Mis manos ya son de barro,
tanto apretar al dolor
Y ahora que me falta el sol,
no se que venis buscando
Llorando mi amor llorando
Tambien olvidame vos

I don't know why did you come back, if i was starting to forget about you
I don't know if you already knew it, but i cried when you left.
I don't know why did you come back, it' hurts me to remember.
Now the evening is turning grey, and i prefer to stay quiet
Why should we talk about things that no longer exist?
I don't know why did you come back, you'll see, is better if we don't talk.
It's so sad to know that at the end of our love there's nothing left
there's just a sad song that travels on my guitar
and she was missing you.. this is my song to forget about you
My song lived with me, part of my loneliness
I don't know if you already knew it, my life faded away with you..
with you, my love, with you.. it hurts me to remember.
my hands are turning dust because i've been crushing the pain
and now that the sun is missing, i don't know what are you looking for?
crying, my love, crying, you should forget about me too
It's so sad to know that at the end of our love there's nothing left
there's just a sad song that travels on my guitar
and she was missing you.. this is my song to forget about you
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