Vida Triste [English translation]

Condemned to live sadly

Is the destiny of those who love too much

Never does my heart withstand

The love that pain inflames.

But again the tortured heart

Sought shelter in your breast, uselessly;

There is no one who will console the burning thirst

Nor is it gorged by passion.

And always , for any act

Must be paid with suffering,

Until the last touch of sweetness

Eventually dies in regret.

For you that the bodies were entrapped

A day is only loneliness.

Will there probably be someone

That kills the fire of such passion?

I know that love is a sin

For this as well to me it castigated the sky

I was for life tied

To whom always cheated on me.