Porque Tengo Pena

Because I'm sad
Almond eyes, Chilean bellflower
I come to sing to you
Sorrows that magnify these illusions
Which are your desires, little quillay flower
The stone that rolls won't grow moss
Nor will the man who always walks
In the pine forests of my jungle
You are the bellflower that greets the day
Red, white, pink, like sorrows in bloom
Through them my melancholy blossoms
Which is not so bitter, life of my life
As the disdain of your heart

Guitar that cries
For my enslaved life
From all the paths
That I must always walk
Take out of my chest
All the sorrows
That the quillay flower opened in my soul

The stone that rolls won't grow moss
Nor will the man who always walks
In the pine forests of my jungle
You are the bellflower that greets the day
Red, white, pink like sorrows in bloom
Through them my melancholy blossoms
Which is not so bitter, life of my life
As the disdain of your heart