‘‘ Rondando Tu Esquina’’

Tonight I feel like looking for her, to erase what happened and forgive her. I no longer care what they'll say, or the things they'll talk about. After all, people are always talking. I only think about her at all times. This devouring passion is terrible, and she's always without knowing, without even suspecting my desire to return. What have you given me, my life, that I walk around sadly night and day, always hanging around your corner, always looking at your house, and this passion that hurts, and this pain that doesn't go away? How long will I suffer the torment of this love? This poor heart that won't forget names her with the lips of its wound, and as my sorrow grows more intense, the butterfly of pain flies in the night of my life. Friends, today is a night of festivities, yet I cannot bear my sorrow, and knowing that she is not here, alone and sad and without love, I ask myself incessantly: What have you given me, my love, that I wander sadly night and day, always hanging around your corner, always looking at your house, and this passion that hurts, and this pain that never goes away? How long will I suffer the torment of this love?

Esta noche tengo ganas de buscarla
de borrar lo que ha pasado y perdonarla
Ya no me importa el que dirán,
ni de las cosas que hablarán, total,
la gente siempre habla.

Yo no pienso más que en ella a toda hora.
Es terrible esta pasión devoradora,
y ella siempre sin saber, ni siquiera sospechar
mi deseo de volver.

¿Qué me has dado vida mía
que ando triste noche y día
rondando siempre tu esquina,
miirando siempre tu casa
y esta pasión que lastima,
y este dolor que no pasa?
¿Hasta cuándo iré sufriendo
el tormento de este amor?

Este pobre corazón que no al olvida
me la nombra con los labios de su herida
y andando más mi sinsabor
la mariposa del dolor vuela en le noche de mi vida.

Compañeros, hoy es noche de verbena,
sin embargo yo no puedo con mi pena,
y al saber que ella no está,
solo y triste y sin amor
me pregunto sin cesar:

¿Qué me has dado vida mía
que ando triste noche y día
rondando siempre tu esquina,
miirando siempre tu casa
y esta pasión que lastima,
y este dolor que no pasa?
¿Hasta cuándo iré sufriendo
el tormento de este amor?