Envidia
Sientes envidia y te lamentas
Y maldices tu mala suerte
Al mirarme en otros brazos, noble y sinceros
Cuanta envidia, hay en tu alma
De amor perverso
Pobre idiota a ti nadie podrá amarte sinceramente
Tu naciste ya marcada, por el destino
Vas rodando en este mundo desamparada
Reirás, gozarás como no
Idiota pensarás ser feliz
De día y de noche llorarás
Amor verdadero no hallarás
Envy
You feel envy and you complain
And curse your bad luck
Seeing me in other arms, kind and true
How much envy, there is in your soul
Of twisted love
Poor fool, no one will ever love you sincerely
You were born already marked, by fate
Rolling through this world all alone
You’ll laugh, you’ll enjoy it like never before
Fool, you’ll think you’re happy
Day and night you’ll cry
True love you won’t find