La Viuda
De un dulce ser tas enamorao
no puedes vivir della separao
no es una mujer ten mucho cuidao
o acabarás loco destrozao.
Huérfano de la suerte
el desprecio te envenena
frío temple de la aguja
traspasa ahora tus venas
tu sangre sabe a muerte
y ya na ni naide
y ya naide ni na vale la pena.
Día a día te puedes ver
en tu espejo encantao
cuanto más bello puedas parecer
ella te habrá secuestrao.
Huérfano de la suerte
el desprecio te envenena
frío temple de la aguja
traspasa ahora tus venas
tu sangre sabe a muerte
y ya na ni naide
y ya naide ni na vale la pena.
Con el alma enegrecía
y las pupilas contraías
a tol mundo maldecías
viendo tu cuerpo como moría.
Habrás muerto sin fallecer
y el alma te habrá robao
has perdío sin saber
to lo que te han quitao
toavía puedes escoger
porque este bello cuento
esta dulce historia no ha terminao.
The Widow
From a sweet being you fell in love with
you can't live separated from her
she's not a woman, be very careful
or you'll end up crazy and shattered.
Orphan of luck
contempt poisons you
cold temper of the needle
now pierces your veins
your blood tastes like death
and now nothing and no one
and no one is worth it anymore.
Day by day you can see yourself
enchanted in your mirror
the more beautiful you may seem
she will have kidnapped you.
Orphan of luck
contempt poisons you
cold temper of the needle
now pierces your veins
your blood tastes like death
and now nothing and no one
and no one is worth it anymore.
With a blackened soul
and contracted pupils
you cursed everyone
seeing your body as it died.
You will have died without passing away
and your soul will have been stolen
you have lost without knowing
everything they have taken from you
even now you can choose
because this beautiful tale
this sweet story has not ended yet.