Sin Alma Y Sin Corazón

The young woman for whom I suffer
Was born without a soul, without a heart
And remains the same

The truth is I love her very much
But she has been ungrateful to me

I will describe her in my song
For those who do not know her

She has black eyes, long hair
And a beautiful little mole next to her mouth

Oh, so beautiful, but why? If she has no soul
So beautiful, but why? If she has no heart

If she has no heart
If she has no heart
If she has no heart

A being born without a soul cares little
If one dies of love and sorrow

I wish I could stop thinking about her
But I can't forget her

I wish I were a painter
To paint her on my chest

I would paint her goddess-like face here in my heart
And in the depths of my soul I would draw her precious body

Oh, so beautiful, but why? If she has no soul
So beautiful, but why? If she has no heart