Nunca tuvo novio

Poor old maid you have been left
without illusion, without faith...
Your heart of anguish has become sick,
your life is today a sunset, your life truncated.
You go on as then, rereading
the sentimental novel,
in which a girl waits in vain.
consumed by a love sickness.

In the solitude
of your maiden room is the pain.
Sad reality
is the end of your journey without love...
You cry and as you cry
the tears are trembling your emotion;
on the pages of your old novel
you see yourself without strength palpitating.
Stop crying
for the dreamed prince who did not go
with you to pour out
the melodious rhyme of his voice.
Behind the window,
while the drizzle hits the glass
with your eyes more clouded with pain
you dream a landscape of love.

She never had a boyfriend, poor thing!
Why didn't love go
to her humble garden as a girl
to revive the flowers of her years?
I, with my heap of disappointments
like you, I live without light,
without a fortunate caress
to make me forget my cross!