Yaraví

(Song)

Dreaming is how I saw you
all curled up in my arms
and there you go.
Dreaming I met you
and since then for you
I live in torment.

Rose, I dreamed of you,
rose, I will keep dreaming of you,
rose, because of your flower,
I will keep taking care of you.

Sad love, oh woe is me,
don't you see that your ingratitude
is killing me.
From your little mouth, the ruby,
by the sheer force of lying,
is losing its shine.

To Heaven I shall not go,
no matter how much I desire it,
if you are not there.
If in Heaven I must suffer,
I prefer to stay here
always in torment.