Leña verde [English translation]

You're wet firewood that won't ignite,

you're water that can't be drunk,

you're a tree that won't take root.

You live without a thought of tomorrow,

weeks fly by for you,

(but) you make plans to fulfill.

I, who gave you my love wholeheartedly,

now suffer and despair

of seeing you without me.

You're my bed companion

but don't pay mind to my heart

and that's how love ends.

I look for a thousand ways to give you

a thousand hints and I can't find one

to make you feel something.

Home, for you is just a word,

a place to spend time on,

I can't go on like this.

And I love you, I love you just as you are

because you kindle my kisses

when I'm near you.

But I have the sense the love

that's in this bed

is what's sustaining this heart

and that's not how you feel about it.

Nothing, you don't care about nothing,

sure, you might be my companion

(but) you keep to yourself.

Nothing, you don't care about nothing,

sure, you might be my companion

(but) you keep to yourself.

Nothing, you don't care about nothing,

sure, you might be my companion

(but) you keep to yourself.

• Artist:José María Napoleón