My Soul
(Julio Jaramillo)
The day you forget me, my soul,
I know that you will exist in my grief,
seeing me alone, sad and forgotten,
my life I would make it end.
There are things that are received with resignation,
there are blows that destiny gives without compassion,
but when a love is lost,
there is no one to ease that pain.
You were my whole being,
my love, I gave you everything,
and the love that I profess to you
is the most pure, woman.
If the ties that unite us would break,
let the existence of my being end right now.
