Zenaida ingrata
El Chico Elizalde
Ungrateful Zenaida
Ungrateful Zenaida, you leave me surrendered
From the moment I met you
I have known many loves
But none are like you.
White dove, spread your wings
To fly to that garden
So delightful that I love
I want to sweeten myself with your beautiful skin.
In this world, no one is unnecessary
There will always be someone who knows how to love me
And despite being a good man
Not unfortunate with a woman.
I am a sailor from port to port
Sailing on a steamship
And I am in search of my Zenaida
Who embarked for New York.
Come on, Zenaida, don't be ungrateful
To the one who knew how to love you so much
I am absent from you and maybe never
In this world will you see me again.
Ungrateful Zenaida, I bid you farewell
Because tomorrow I am leaving from here
And if one day you remember me
Never say that you stayed for me.
