The abrojito
Osvaldo Pugliese
OSVALDO PUGLIESE - ALBERTO MORAN
I carry, like a little bead, pinned inside my heart a pain
Inside my heart a sorrow...
Because you left, ungrateful, from the nest
And my life so serene,
Thus you condemned me to pain.
I can never tear from my breast,
Never! the throbbing thorn.
And I walk, for all the evil you have done me
With my soul in agony,
With no faith, no nest, no love...
I don't know why you turned away from me
If I adored you with growing fervor.
I don't know why you deceived me so,
Without showing your lack of love...
With your love, I was a happy man
And I never thought that your burning passion
Was the dagger that would open for me
This wound in my heart.
I want that in your wandering life,
I want you to know that...