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Singer: Rodolfo BIAGISinger 2: Jorge OrtizComposer: Rodolfo BiagiAuthor: Juan Carlos Thorry

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Lyrics
Yo también como todos un día
tenía dinero, amigos y hogar.
Nunca supe que había falsía,
que el mundo sabía también traicionar.

Pero cuando a mi vida tranquila
llegó la primera terrible verdad
busqué apoyo en aquellos que amaba
y crueles me dieron soledad.

Ilusión que viviendo latente
pasó entre la gente y pura siguió;
ilusión, hoy te busco y no estás,
ilusión, no te puedo encontrar.

Mi pasado sucumbe aterido
temblando en el frío
de mi vida actual...
Y los años, pasando y pasando,
me están reprochando
porque no hice mal.

Si la vida pasó por tu lado
dejando tronchado tu sino y tu fe,
la maldad que truncó tu camino
pondrá en tu destino de amores la sed.

Pero cuando, vencido y cansado,
tu pecho agobiado requiera bondad,
volverá la cabeza la gente
dando indiferente soledad.
English translation
I too, like everyone else one day
I had money, friends and home.
I never knew that there was falsehood,
that the world also knew how to betray.

But when the first terrible truth
came the first terrible truth
I looked for support in those I loved
and cruelly they gave me solitude.

Illusion that living latent
passed among the people and pure followed;
illusion, today I look for you and you're not there,
illusion, I can't find you.

My past succumbs terrified
shivering in the cold
of my present life...
And the years, passing and passing
are reproaching me
because I did no wrong.

If life passed you by
leaving your fate and your faith cut short,
the evil that truncated your path
will put thirst in your destiny of love.

But when, defeated and weary
your burdened breast requires kindness,
people will turn their heads
giving indifferent solitude.

The Cabeceo