Letra de Enrique Santos Discépolo
Música de Maríano Mores
Compuesto en 1943
One searches, full of hope
the road that his dreams
promised to his longings…
One knows that the struggle is cruel
and it’s too much but one fights and bleeds
for the faith that makes him stubborn.
One goes crawling on the thorns,
and in his urge to give his love
one suffers and self-destroys understanding,
that one was left without a heart…
Price for punishment that one pays
for a kiss that never comes
or for a love that was unfaithful…
Empty from loving and crying
so much betrayal!…
If I had the heart
the heart I gave away…
If I could, like yesterday
to love without a premonition…
It’s possible that your eyes
that cry out to me their love,
I’d close them with my kisses…
Without thinking that like these,
they were other wicked eyes
that ruined my existence…
If I had the heart,
the same one I lost;
if I’d forget the one that yesterday
tore it apart, and I could love you,
I would embrace in your illusion
to cry out your love.
But God brought you in my destiny
without thinking that it is too late
and I won’t know how to love you,
Let me cry
like one who suffers in life
the torture of crying his own death.
Pure as you are, you could’ve saved
my hope with your love…
One is so lonely in his pain,.
One is so blind in his suffering…
But a cruel cold
that’s worse than hate,
dead spot of the souls,
horrendous tomb of my love,
cursed forever and stole
all hope…