Corazón de Mujer
Los Huasos Quincheros
Woman's Heart
Woman's heart,
That doesn't know how to love,
That doesn't know how to give,
All the soul and being,
To the anguish of loving,
It cannot be called, (it cannot be called),
It cannot be called,
Woman's heart.
And if one day love,
Is not the same brightness,
That enflames life
And makes pain gentle,
Of its own suffering,
Like a flower without scent,
Like a flower without scent,
It deserves to die.
Music.
And if one day love,
Is not the same brightness,
That enflames life
And makes pain gentle,
Of its own suffering,
Like a flower without scent,
Like a flower without scent,
It deserves to die.
Woman's heart.
