Triste (part. Roberto Menescal)

Sad is living in loneliness
In the cruel pain of a love
Sad is knowing that no one can live on illusions
That it will never be, it will never happen
The dreamer has to wake up

Your beauty is like a jet
Too much for a poor heart
That stops just to see you go by
Just to hurt me
Sad is living in loneliness

Sad is living in loneliness
In the cruel pain of a love
Sad is knowing that no one can live on illusions
That it will never be, it will never happen
The dreamer has to wake up

Your beauty is like a jet
Too much for a poor heart
That stops just to see you go by
Just to hurt me
Sad is living in loneliness