Pobrecita de Mi Alma
Agustín Lara
Poor Thing of My Soul
Poor thing of my soul, how sad it is
When you walk away from me, crying goes
Everything feels so sad, far from you
'Cause I know you don't love me
Just me, just me
Soft perfume spills, the poor flower
The scent of my soul is love
I want you to gather it, with eagerness
Even if you throw it away
Under your feet, under your feet
Poor thing of my soul, how sad it is
When you walk away from me, crying goes
Everything feels so sad, far from you
'Cause I know you don't love me
Just me, just me
