Que Pena Siente El Alma

The soul feels sorrow
When cruel fate
Opposes the desires
That the heart longs for

How bitter are the hours
Of my existence
Without forgetting your eyes
Without hearing your voice

How bitter are the hours
Of my existence
Without forgetting your eyes
Without hearing your voice

But, nevertheless, sometimes
The shadow of doubt
That passes through my mind
Like a fatal vision

But, nevertheless, sometimes
The shadow of doubt
That passes through my mind
Like a fatal vision

The soul feels sorrow
When cruel fate
Opposes the desires
That the heart longs for