(Gilberto Parra)
For a love
I can't sleep and I live full of passion
I have a love
That left forever in my life a bitter pain
Poor me
This life would be better if it would end
It's not for me
Poor me (Ay, my heart
Poor me (don't suffer any more
How much my suffering in my breast
That throbs so alone for you
For a love
I have cried little drops of blood from my heart,
You have left me with a wounded soul
Without compassion