Man is born into this world
Remanchao by destiny
And he continues his path very confident of rigor
Without thinking that the inclemency of life without love
He entangles his existence in winds of pain.
But one moment he realizes his fate
And he becomes bitter to the point of death without having any salvation
Well, he understands that life was just a mess
By losing the faith dear to his poor heart
I am sad to confess it
But it is sad that he is weak
To come down so low
Defeated and old man
It is not for men regret
But when I see how I walk away
Without being able to remedy it, I cry without wanting to
Cry...
If it weren't for the memory of my mother who is so dear to me,
I corner him in this life with heartfelt devotion.
It was not I who put up with this sad situation,
And the one who contemplated you like this without opening my heart to me.
But there are things, my friend, that no one understands
Sometimes one defends oneself from pain to live.
Like someone who flaunts his courage and suffering
Does not kill himself out of cowardice for fear of not dying.
It makes me sad confess it
But it's sad that canejo
To fall so far
Defeated and old.
It's not for men to regret
But seeing how I walk away
Without being able to remedy it, I cry without wanting to
Cry...

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