Que Mala Suerte

What bad luck I have,
Little fortune:
Your love turns
Into a prickly pear!

What bad luck, I say,
With your loves:
I don't want thorns,
I want the flowers!

Oh woe is me, always like this:
Dying to see you,
But I have to love you,
My dear, such bad luck!

What bad luck I have,
I follow your trail:
I walk
After a star!

What bad luck, I say,
Crazy hope:
Because the stars
Are never reached!

Oh woe is me, always like this:
Dying to see you,
But I have to love you,
My dear, such bad luck!