not want, I will not get to sing this song tears | Mueren ya las Ilusiones the ayer Que
sacié with lujurioso love with
Y Muero también sus Promesas crueles
The Inspiración que a día the toast. | The illusions of my distant youth, I
filled with overpowering passion, have vanished
the hope of love she inspired
is gone again with its cruel promises. |
| with candor el alma entera yo of the
Thinking nuestro idilio Consagra
think Sin que lo que buscaba she was
en mí el amor de loca juventud. | Mistakenly, I gave my soul
planning to give birth to our idyll
without thinking that what she wanted from me was the love of
crazy youth. |
little to say, just to understand.
love can everything, everything!
I believe, and you?
.. and you?
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