Viela

I went from alley to alley
In one of them, I came across her
And I was enchanted...
Under the light of a streetlamp,
The whole fate was there,
Because she was all fate.

I put on a cocky air,
A certain fado-like air
That any man assumes.
I must confess that I waited
When I passed by her
For the usual invitation.

Instead, however,
In her face, I only saw tears,
I only saw sorrow and disbelief.
I left, embittered
It was fate, but fate
Is not always what one thinks.

I still remember now
The vision, that as I left
I kept of the lost woman.
In the pain that tears me apart
I only remember a guitar
Crying life's sorrows.