Mala Suerte

Our love is over!, you told me coldly,
I thought to myself, maybe you're right,
I thought and left you alone, alone and owner of your life,
While I with my conscience was playing with my heart.

And I closed my eyes tightly, and pressed my lips tightly,
Not to see you, not to talk to you, not to shout goodbye
And slowly I went to the bar on the corner to drown with four drinks what could have been your love.

I couldn't promise you
To change the life I lead,
Because I was born a rascal
And that's how I'll die.
The party pulls me,
The coffee, the gang,
And where there's a milonga
I can't help but go.

You know how I've been,
You know how I've thought,
Of my crazy restlessness,
Of my desire to roam the streets.
Bad luck if I lose you,
Bad luck if I'm alone,
I'm to blame for everything
Since I can't change.

Because I know my life is not a model life,
Because he who has a love, must give himself to love,
And I'm like the goldfinch, who even in a golden cage, in his song always cries out the desire to fly...

I've had bad luck, but speaking frankly,
I'm grateful to you, you've been girlfriend and wife;
If life is to hurry me with rigors one day,
You can be sure that I'll remember you!