"vendo descargo de consciência..."

i´ll never forgive me
for what i had...
the way that i let it go...
like the sand,
that it drains through my fingers...

far away...
like one day it was by my side.
Blind i was not, fool neither...
my fault!
if I could move what I made wrong
certainly i would make it...

only when of its absence
I gave the true value
to you...