Carlos Gardel Miscellaneous the inclemency of life without love,
He entangles his existence in the temptations of pain.
But one moment he realizes his fate,
And he becomes bitter to the point of death without having now salvation,
Well, he understands that life was just a mess
By losing the faith dear to his poor heart.
I am sad to confess it, but it is sad, how stupid!
To fall so far down, defeat and old;
It is not manly to lament but seeing how I walk away,
Without being able to remedy it I cry without wanting to... cry.
If not It was not that the memory of my dear mother would surround me in this life with heartfelt devotion. It was not I who endured this sad situation, nor was it the one who contemplated himself like this without opening his heart.
But there are things, my friend, that no one understands,
Sometimes one defends oneself from pain to live,
Like someone who displays courage in suffering
No He kills himself as a coward for fear of not dying.