Donde Estará Mi Vida
Una vez un ruiseñor
Con las claras de la aurora
Quedó preso de una flor
Lejos de su ruiseñora
Esperando su vuelta al nido
Ella vio que la tarde moría
Y en la noche, cantando en el río
Medio loca de amor, le decía
¿Dónde estará mi vida?
¿Por qué no viene?
¿Qué rosita encendida
Me lo entretiene?
Agua clara que camina
Entre juncos y mimbrales
Dile que tienen espinas
Las rosas de los rosales
Dile que no hay colores
Que yo no tenga
Y que me muero de amores
¡Dile que venga!
Agua clara que camina
Entre juncos y mimbrales
Dile que tienen espinas
Las rosas de los rosales
Dile que no hay colores
Que yo no tenga
Y que me muero de amores
¡Dile que venga!
Where Will My Life Be
Once there was a nightingale
With the dawn's bright light
It got caught in a flower
Far from its nightingale mate
Waiting for its return to the nest
She saw the afternoon fading away
And in the night, singing by the river
Half crazy with love, she said to him
Where will my life be?
Why isn't he coming?
What little rose on fire
Is keeping him busy?
Clear water that flows
Through reeds and willows
Tell him that the roses
Have thorns in their bushes
Tell him there are no colors
That I don't have
And that I'm dying of love
Tell him to come!
Clear water that flows
Through reeds and willows
Tell him that the roses
Have thorns in their bushes
Tell him there are no colors
That I don't have
And that I'm dying of love
Tell him to come!
Escrita por: Antonio López Quiroga Segovia / Francisco Naranjo Caldera / Ignacio Roman Jimenez