Que Pena Siente El Alma
Violeta Parra
The Soul Feels Sorrow
The soul feels sorrow
When cruel fate
Opposes the desires
That the heart longs for
How bitter are the hours
Of my existence
Without forgetting your eyes
Without hearing your voice
How bitter are the hours
Of my existence
Without forgetting your eyes
Without hearing your voice
But, nevertheless, sometimes
The shadow of doubt
That passes through my mind
Like a fatal vision
But, nevertheless, sometimes
The shadow of doubt
That passes through my mind
Like a fatal vision
The soul feels sorrow
When cruel fate
Opposes the desires
That the heart longs for
