¿Donde Estará Mi Vida?
Joselito
Where Will My Life Be?
Once a nightingale
With the first light of dawn
Was captivated by a flower
Far from his nightingale
Waiting for her return in the nest
She saw the evening dying
And at night singing to the river
Half-crazy with love she said
Where will my life be?
Why doesn't it come?
What little rose keeps it entertained?
Clear water that flows
Among reeds and willows
Tell him that the roses
Have thorns
Tell him that there are no colors I don't have
That I'm dying of love
Tell him to come!
