Una Pena
Carlos Gardel
A Sorrow
I have in my soul a sadness
that perhaps may have no cure,
a bleeding bite
from my first love,
and the longing for some eyes
full of sweet witchcraft
whose gaze I dreamed mine
in a moment of illusion.
Leave me alone, my friends,
to dream of her better,
to suffer, with my pain,
to cry with my dead illusion,
to think of forgiveness.
When I told her tremblingly: 'I love you,
my poor life is fully yours',
I never thought that her response,
could be a resounding 'no'!
How the future of a man twists
if he is accompanied by a wretched love!
Fresh bouquet of beauty and grace,
but a woman, in the end, fickle and cold,
among the flowers, her coquetry
disguised the weapon that wounded me;
she marked the paths of my life,
what can I do, friend, in my pain?
Go to meet destiny,
pretending contentment,
without ambitions or beliefs,
without faith and without illusion,
with the longing for those eyes
full of sweet witchcraft
whose gaze I dreamed mine
in a moment of innocence.
Leave me alone! my friends,
with my poor heart.
