Vida pasajera

That cursed bull, where will you be now? (That cursed bull, where will you be now?)
Cursed gray bull, where will you be now? (Cursed gray bull, where will you be now?)
I search for you through the ravines and I don't find you.
Goodbye youth transient life
By blooming so much, you are withering away.
Those eyes of yours looked at me yesterday
Those lips of yours kissed me yesterday
Tomorrow they will look at another later
The day after they will kiss another later.