Esta tristeza mía [English translation]

This sadness of mine,

this immense sorrow

I carry deep inside

'cause they have left me alone in the world.

Not even crying alleviates

when there is no longer hope,

not even wine allays

the bitter pains that are killing me.

I don't know what my luck will be

since not even my God remembers me.

Oh, poor eyes of mine.

because of her treason, how have they cried!

(What is the matter, Javier? Don't cry no more!)

I don't know what my luck will be

since not even my God remembers me.

Oh, poor eyes of mine.

because of her treason, how have they cried !

• Artist:Javier Solís