Vida Amarga
Carlos Gardel
Bitter Life
Every time misery
Knocks on some door
I think about how confusing
Luck is with its ups and downs
And parading before my eyes
Are all the tragic dramas
Of those who at the thresholds
Show their nakedness
Dumbfounded with sorrow I stay
When poverty arrives
Even in the shabby room
Of a poor worker
And I wish my life
Could turn into gold
So that no one would drink
From the bitter dregs
Bitter Life
Who knows what sad story
Lies in every aching heart
What hidden suffering
They keep in their soul
Who knows if they never lived
Hours of sweet joys
And now they weep for the misfortune
Of some lost dream
And when I see so much misfortune
My fatal anguish is so great
That my soul breaks
From witnessing so much suffering
It's that I suffer and I feel down
In front of a tyrannical fate
And for the suffering of a brother
I wish I could cry with him
