Trapito

When in the hours of anxious calm
I search in her soul for faith and emotion
I see in her eyes of despair
The dark veils of her passion
Thinking alone, crying over her misfortune
Sad and pondering about her future
I saw her showing her sacrifice
Among the hustle and bustle of the Tabaris

She knows that in all her past
The glory, by her side
Quickly drifted away
You can see, in her emaciated face
The trace of a sorrow
That speaks of her pain

No one, seeing her, thinks she cries
The faith already lost in all her love
No one knows that in her tenderness
She seals the bitterness that was seen in her eyes

Everyone hears, from her dejected chest
The moan of her affliction
But no one sees that her tears
Break the spell of her illusion
In vain she waits for peace and happiness
Her splendor no longer shines
She's a withered flower, a flower with petals falling
That towards nothing goes in her old age

She knows that she's no longer Rag
The beauty who to her little one
Loved with blind faith
Destiny has shattered everything
Her love, the most sacred
Her womanly charm

Like a branch
That the wind drags
Torment carries her
With all her being
When I look at her
I think of the days
That were joy
In the Golden Salon