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For the love of God, don't ask me who I am
Don't ask me who he is
He was a man I loved very much, and he loved me very much
And he stopped loving me
After so much swearing, he didn't give you
He didn't give you his surname
It doesn't matter, you don't need them, for you
Well, mine are enough for you
To find other arms
She left one moonlit night
That I watched over your sleep
Awake by the cradle
And he didn't say a word to me
And though he felt me cry
He went on his way forward
Without turning his face back
Oh, I don't even know why you lie about it
Look how it could be
Who denies that you are his blood
Being his nailed stamp
And when he drinks two glasses
He comments with his friends
That they are false testimony, that he
That he didn't have anything to do with me
And he's got your same eyes, and your same
Your same cut of mouth
For which I, with a delirium of passion
Of passion I went mad
Don't stir me, my dear, the char
The pool of this love
That it's not worth it, that I
That you ask me about him
Fortuna
Although I have not been bad
How black was my fortune, Mama
I gave him my five sentíos
And to the son who was in the cradle, alas
She denied him his surname
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