La Lampara
Alacranes Musical
The Lamp
Woe is me
For a love
That I lost
Oh my god
What will I do
I prefer to die
And not exist
Not exist
Like a withered flower
My tired eyelids cry sadly
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
While you behaved more candidly
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you are to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry
My loneliness
Sergio: And there, little one, wherever you are
And throw in my musical scorpions
My tired eyelids cry sadly
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
While you behaved more candidly
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you are to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry
My loneliness