Qué Mala Vida
Camilo Sesto
What a Bad Life
You want me to be like a puppet that you control
that speaks and breathes always at your pace
that dies and resurrects in bed when you desire
and in your desperations, knows how to calm you down
Who would have told me
that loving is a torment
if the lines of my hands
tell the opposite
They predict my happiness
until the end of the years
oh! what a sad surprise
what a disappointment!
What a bad life
trailing behind your love
skin of routine
every day gets worse
What a bad feeling
pierces my heart
what a bad life
if tomorrow is like today
I get tired of praying
and the miracle never happens
I beg for love like honey
and it's getting more bitter each time
My lovesickness
has no cure
either I leave with my fears
or I burn in your hells
What a bad life
trailing behind your love
skin of routine
every day gets worse
What a bad feeling
pierces my heart
what a bad life
if tomorrow is like today
What a bad life
trailing behind your love
skin of routine
every day gets worse
What a bad feeling
pierces my heart
what a bad life
if tomorrow is like today
What a bad life, what a bad life
what a bad life, what a bad life
