Cantando [English translation]

I no longer have the sweetness of his kisses,

I wander alone through the world without love.

Another happier mouth will be that master

over his kisses that were all my passion.

There are moments when I don't know what happens to me . . .

I have the urge to laugh and to cry.

I harbor jealousies, I have fear that he won't return.

And I love him, I cannot help it.

Singing I gave him

my heart, my love,

and from the moment him left

I sing my suffering.

Singing I found him,

singing I lost him . . .

Because I don't know how to cry

Singing I'll die.

Little miraculous virgin,

forgive me if singing this song that lives within me,

I ask you to bring me what is mine,

that so soon and without wanting I had lost.