Envidia

You feel envy and you complain
And curse your bad luck

Seeing me in other arms, kind and true
How much envy, there is in your soul
Of twisted love

Poor fool, no one will ever love you sincerely
You were born already marked, by fate
Rolling through this world all alone

You’ll laugh, you’ll enjoy it like never before
Fool, you’ll think you’re happy
Day and night you’ll cry
True love you won’t find