La Lámpara

Oh woe is me for a love
That I lost

Oh my God, what will I do?
I'd rather die than exist
And not exist, like a withered flower
Sadly, my tired eyelids cry

Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated, my love, with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are

And with me, you act benevolent
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness
Sadly, my tired eyelids cry

Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated, my love, with great spirit
When you appeared more innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are

And with me, you act benevolent
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness