Vidita de Mi Vida

There is a little bird in the forest
Very sad almost dead from pain
Oh, it lamented and said
My life, how expensive love costs!
Very sad almost dead from pain

Little bird that cries without hope
Come here and let's cry, my dear, about our misfortunes
Our misfortunes, yes, poor little bird!
Who, from crying so much, my dear, has been lost
Singing bird that always cries while singing

Oh, thank God that I have seen you
Oh, seeing you like this, I can console myself
Oh, with your absence and not seeing you
Oh, I always thought about ending my life
Oh, seeing you like this, I can console myself

Enough of a disappointment that consumes me
And not live in torment, my dear, over a doubt
And not live in torment, my dear, over a doubt
Thought that flies more than the birds
Take this sigh from my soul to the one you know
Turn tupungatina! My dear, this ends