I will sing to him with a deep pain
to the beauty of trampled flowers,
those that adorned my way through the world
maybe today later valued
and I have to sing to you with all my sadness
because in my step they lost their joy,
I did them wrong, I was stumbling
I swear that stepping on them I did not want.
Today I beg your pardon, god, gardener,
take care of my step, that's my oath
I could slip and I do not want to
that ravages another fatal remorse
Nomada y rebelde asi grew
with a heart inside of me
I did not know how to understand
to no woman
and although he was sincere
It was a bad heart.
Nominated and unfaithful by tradition,
nomad and addicted to passion,
but time passed
and life gave him
hit low and accurate
to my unfaithful heart.
Oh
treacherous heart
Oh
how much love hurts
Oh
treacherous heart
Oh
you have caused pain.
Nomad and infidel
by tradition
a beautiful example
of confusion.
But time passed
and life gave him
hit low and accurate
to my faithful heart.
Oh
treacherous heart
Oh
how much love hurts
Oh
treacherous heart
Oh
you have caused pain.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)