Dark-haired man with big black eyes
Like my luck
Like my luck
Which of the two lovers suffers more pain
The one who leaves or the one who stays
The one who stays stays crying
And the one who leaves goes away sighing
Go out child to your window, don't be ungrateful
Go out and listen to my serenade
The serenade of a being who adores you
You don't see that this female cries for your soul
They say that goodbyes are not felt
Not even if they tell you that this is a lie
Ungrateful insult from a being who adores you
When you love, you even cry
Between white curtains and blue bars
There were two lovers complaining to each other
And they wished that they loved each other
And that not even with death They would forget
Come out, sweet love, don't be ungrateful
Go out and listen to my serenade
The serenade of a being who adores you
Don't you see that this female cries for your soul
They disagree that goodbyes are not felt
Tell the person who tells you that this is a lie
An ungrateful lie from a being who adores you
When you love, you even cry

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