Malhaya el amor, malhaya

(Cueca)

Cursed love, cursed,
and who taught me to love
that being born free
I alone captivated myself.
Cursed love, cursed.

Tell me then, little dark one,
where have you been
that all night long
I've been looking for you.

I've been looking for you, my soul,
so said
a lovesick woman
who was dying.

Indeed, that's what she said
that she was dying.