La Lámpara
Chelo
The Lamp
Oh woe is me for a love
That I lost
Oh my God, what will I do?
I'd rather die than exist
And not exist, like a withered flower
Sadly, my tired eyelids cry
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated, my love, with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And with me, you act benevolent
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness
Sadly, my tired eyelids cry
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated, my love, with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And with me, you act benevolent
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness
