Por la calle abajo [English translation]

Down the street passes everyday

the woman I love

down the street and when I look at her eyes

I die of sorrow

She who was mine and gave me

her life in her kisses

she gives them to someone else and turns around

when I find her

Down the street she passes everyday

to look for his arms

to join to his body, to calm her anxiety

down the street

I hate her so much for being so cruel

because she played with my love

but I still love her, I don't know

what that woman gave to me

Though I hate her and I wish to see her

crying at my feet

like the day we met

I still love her