Donde Estará Mi Vida

Once there was a nightingale
With the dawn's bright light
It got caught in a flower
Far from its nightingale mate

Waiting for its return to the nest
She saw the afternoon fading away
And in the night, singing by the river
Half crazy with love, she said to him

Where will my life be?
Why isn't he coming?
What little rose on fire
Is keeping him busy?

Clear water that flows
Through reeds and willows
Tell him that the roses
Have thorns in their bushes

Tell him there are no colors
That I don't have
And that I'm dying of love
Tell him to come!

Clear water that flows
Through reeds and willows
Tell him that the roses
Have thorns in their bushes

Tell him there are no colors
That I don't have
And that I'm dying of love
Tell him to come!