Envidia
Picaflor de Los Andes
Envy
You feel envy of nothing
And curse your bad luck
Seeing me in other arms, noble and sincere
How much envy, there is in your soul
Of perverse love
Poor idiot no one will be able to love you sincerely
You were born already marked, by destiny
You go rolling in this world abandoned
You will laugh, you will enjoy like never before
Idiot you will think you are happy
Day and night you will cry
True love you will not find
