Letra de L. Serrano
Música de A. P. Berto
Traducido por Dario Mendiguren
I loved her more than my own life,
more than I loved my own mother
and her love was my joy
my only happiness was her love.
On a nasty winter morning
in my arms she died
and since then I go on in this world
with the memories of her love.
Where are you my sweet heart,
I don’t hear your beat.
My pain is so great
that I can’t even cry.
I wish I could cry
but I have no more tears
All this love that I had for her and she left me
never to return.
I loved her with all my soul
as we love once in our lifetime.
But destiny, cruel and blood thirsty,
left me without her love.
Only death could tear away
that sweet and tender love,
and one nasty winter morning
in my arms she died.
Where are you my sweet heart,
I don’t hear your beat.
My pain is so great
that I can’t even cry.
I wish I could cry
but I have no more tears
All this love that I had for her and she left me
never to return.