Llorando Penas

I was crying sorrows, those sorrows I had; sadness that accompanies me, sadness I already had; sadness that goes with me since I was little; the good things belonged to someone else, the good things had another owner.

And in the middle of the current, the current of that river, my wounded heart drowned my suffering.

Suddenly a very delicate flower touched my hand, giving me back life while rocking me in the water.

I was very hurt, very hurt by loves that have passed causing my suffering.

And now the current takes away my sorrow, let it go, let it not return, I want to be happy now.