Vida Triste
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Sad Life
How many times on warm mornings
Did you feel caressed by the whispers
Of the Sun's rays that intoxicated you
With the nectar and perfume of the flowers
With the nectar and perfume of the flowers
How sad life is
Without hope
What a bitter existence without an illusion
What a cruel disappointment: It afflicts me, it pains me
Without solace, without love
You are the Sun that lights my path
In moments of joy and pain
If you leave me, I find no relief in my fate
For my sad heart
For my sad heart
How sad life is
Without hope
What a bitter existence without an illusion
What a cruel disappointment: It afflicts me, it pains me
Without solace, without love
You already know that without you my life is nothing
I can't live without your love
I miss the kisses you gave me
And the sublime balm of the flowers
And the sublime balm of the flowers
