Donde estará mi vida [English translation]

Once a male nightingale

with the light of the dawn

remained prisioner of a flower

far from his female nightingale

Waiting for his comeback in the nest

she saw that the day was ending

And at night singing to the river

half crazy in love said:

Where is my dear?

Why he doesn't come?

What turned on rose

entertains him?

Clear water that goes,

between canes and wickers

tel him that have thorns

the roses of the bush.

Tell him that they don't have colors

that I don't have,

I'm dying of love.

Tell him to come.

• Artist:Joselito