Negra Suerte

He never believed in my song
And it caused me pain
He laughed at my poems
And he scorned my flowers

He took shelter with another
Its winter cold
And left me crying
Stuck in this hell

Oh, what a bad luck I have
Oh, my sorrow never ends
Oh, sunk in this lethargy
I'm serving my sentence

Maybe now you are
For another love, suffering
I, with his altar in my soul
And I was left over

And I will continue to suffer
For seeing me despised
But I will continue smiling
With my silent pain

Oh, what a bad luck I have
Oh, my sorrow never ends
Oh, sunk in this lethargy
I'm serving my sentence

Oh, what a bad luck I have
Oh, my sorrow never ends
Oh, sunk in this lethargy
I'm serving my sentence