Envidia

Envy, envy feels the one who suffers,
envy feels the one who waits
watching that their whole life
is nothing but disappointment.

Envy, envy feels the coward,
envy feels the one who dies,
the one who kills and the one who hurts,
because they won't find forgiveness.

Envy, bitter and treacherous envy,
envy that screams and cries;
the one that causes the most pain
is the envy born of love.

I was born good,
I was born honorable,
my proud head
has never bowed.

For my friend,
my arm was a helping hand
and I shook the hand
of the one who was my enemy.

Never did another's triumph
bring me sorrow,
nor did I feel bitterness
for someone else's joy;
and today, before the cruel mirror
of my past,
I see that resentment
has changed me.

Envy, envy I carry in my heart;
envy for the one by your side
who's happy for being loved
while I bite down on my passion.

Envy for my sleepless nights,
envy like the defeated,
because I've never had
an illusion in life.

Envy, envy that condemns me
to live with this pain,
because there's no greater sorrow
than the envy born of love.