Amor Perdido

Lost Love

Amor Perdido

Pretty girl with a cheerful spiritLinda muchacha de genio alegre
Who in the blooms of the backstreets,Que en los floreos del arrabal,
Never knows which path to takeNo sabe nunca cuál es la senda
Where they offer her, good or bad.Donde le ofrecen, elbien o el mal.

How many singers recall her gloryCuántos cantores su gloria evocan
The sad story of the backstreets,La triste historia delarrabal,
How many guitars play for herCuántas guitarras por ella tocan
Under the dizzying haze of drunkenness.Bajo los vértigos de la ebriedad.

The youth have gone crazy,Ha enloquecido, la muchachada
They fight over her, fierce and brutal,Se ladisputan, fiera y brutal,
Today they brawled and blood was spilledHoy se broncaron y corrió sangre
Because of the siren of the backstreets.Por la sirena del arrabal.

Today on the island of the slavesHoy en la isla de los esclavos
One keeps watch for when she'll come out,Uno vigila cuando saldrá,
They say she cries for her lost love,Dicen que llora su amor perdido
The tragic muse of the backstreets.La musa trágica del arrabal.

And in the winter, when the snowY en el invierno, cuando la nieve
Fills her mortal soul with cold,Llenan de frío su alma mortal,
She writes verses, composes stylesEscribe versos, compone estilos
For the infamous one of the backstreets.Para la infame del arrabal.

Pretty girl with a cheerful spiritLinda muchacha de genio alegre
Who in the blooms of the backstreets,Que en los floreos del arrabal,
Never knows which path to takeNo sabe nunca cuál es la senda
Where they offer her, good or bad.Donde le ofrecen, elbien o el mal.