El Abrojito
Carlos di Sarli
The Little Thorn
I carry like a little thorn stuck inside my heart a sorrow
Because you ungratefully left the nest and condemned my serene life to such pain
I will never be able to remove from my chest; never the piercing little thorn
And I walk with all the harm you have done to me
With a soul in agony without faith; without nest or love
I don't know why you distanced yourself from me
If I adored you with growing fervor
I don't know why you deceived me like that
Without showing your lack of love
With your love I was a happy man
I never thought that your burning passion
Was the dagger that would open
This wound in my heart
I want you to know in your wandering life that I am alone and saddened
I walk through the paths of the world
With memories that have stuck like thorns from a thistle
I hope that someday we stumble upon each other; to see if you have finally found
Everything you unconsciously dreamed of and maybe then we can both start over
I don't know why you distanced yourself from me
If I adored you with growing fervor
I don't know why you deceived me like that
Without showing your lack of love
With your love I was a happy man
I never thought that your burning passion
Was the dagger that would open
This wound in my heart