Es dificil aceptar
que olvidarte no he podido,
que hasta el ultimo rincon,
de mi pecho te has metido.

Como el triste general,
que ha perdido la batalla,
asi esta mi corazon, asi esta mi corazon,
pero se muere en la raya.

CORO:
Maldita suerte,
de quererte tanto,
por no tenerte,
me bebi mi llanto.

Que le queda al gavilan,
aceptar esta derrota,
y que ahora debe volar, y que ahora debe volar,
sin presa y con su ala rota.

Maldita suerte,
de quererte tanto,
por no tenerte,
me bebi mi llanto.

Que le queda al gavilan,
aceptar esta derrota,
y que ahora debe volar, y que ahora debe volar,
sin presa y con su ala rota.

Translated Version

It's hard to accept
that forgetting you I couldn't,
that every last corner,
you've got yourself in my chest.

Like the sad general,
who has lost the battle,
so is my heart, so is my heart,
but he dies in line.

Choir:
Damn luck,
to love you so much,
for not having you,
I drank my crying.

What's left of the seagull,
accept this defeat,
and that now it must fly, and that now it must fly,
without prey and with its broken wing.

Damn luck,
to love you so much,
for not having you,
I drank my crying.

What's left of the seagull,
accept this defeat,
and that now it must fly, and that now it must fly,
without prey and with its broken wing.