Traducir a
When I wanted, in life
Trusted, just once
The woman of my dreams
she was treacherous afterwards
And those hands so warm
They hid the dagger
that killed, when it barely germinated
Mi fe sentimental
Today I have found the wicked
In a dance, masked
His look gave her away
And a farce I combined
I pretended not to recognize her
I was gallant and witty
And then, in burning word
honda passion i declared
By believing conquered
my loving madness
Of his sure triumph
His mask was removed
and looking into his eyes
I remembered excited
the betrayal of the past
And I told him spitefully
why have you shown me
Your face without a mask
if to make me your slave
It is not your capable face
In it, laughter or tears
They never tell the truth
If I know that your living and faithful image is also your mask!
