Donde Estará Mi Vida
Una vez un ruiseñor
Por las claras de la aurora
Quedó preso de una flor
Lejos de su ruiseñora
Esperando su vuelta en el nido
Ella vio que la tarde moría
Y en la noche cantándole al río
Medio loca de amor le decía
¿Dónde estará mi vida
Porque no viene?
Que rosita encendida
Me lo entretiene
Agua clara de caminas
Entre juncos y mimbrales
Dile que tienen espinas
Las rosas de los rosales
Dile que no hay colores
Que yo no tenga
Que me muero de amores
Dile que venga
Where Will My Life Be
Once a nightingale
In the clear of dawn
Was caught by a flower
Far from his nightingale
Waiting for his return in the nest
She saw that the evening was dying
And in the night singing to the river
Half crazy with love she said
Where will my life be
Why doesn't it come?
That little rose lit up
Entertains me
Clear water from paths
Among reeds and willows
Tell him that
The roses of the rose bushes have thorns
Tell him that there are no colors
That I don't have
That I'm dying of love
Tell him to come
Escrita por: Alfredo Naranjo / Roman / Segovia