Traït [English translation]

Serve me wine, for I know not what you want of me

A back-handed goodbye, you have betrayed me

Leave your drink and run, hurry, don't wait to be resented

More hurt is in store for the one who stays

Than for the one who leaves.

Pour wine into the betrayed's glass

From where you drink the crimson red

Laughter scrawled with the finest of venom

That which you do not feel inside.

Leave your drink and run, hurry

You shall laugh at me no more

In hurt perhaps I beat you

But we shall meet again along the way.

Pour wine into the betrayed's glass

From where you drink the crimson red

Laughter, like blades, of the finest of

Venom, you don't notice it hurting

And behind you you shall fall, like lead

Arms heaven and weak

Find out who you were.1

1. Translation in the CD's booklet. There's a couple of changes, but the meaning is not lost! However, my Spanish translation does away with the minor changes and I translated the parts that the English translation changed in.

• Artist:Mara Aranda
• Album:Mare Vostrum