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Singer: Anibal TROILOSinger 2: Francisco FiorentinoComposer: José BetinottiAuthor: José Betinotti

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Lyrics
Tu diagnóstico es sencillo,
sé que no tengo remedio;
y sé que estoy deshauciado
por tu esperanza y tu anhelo.
¡Qué vamos a hacer, mi alma!
Adoraré tus recuerdos,
rogaré que seas mi amiga,
ya que otra dicha no tengo.

De quererte como ansiaba
porque olvidarte no puedo;
que aunque no te vea nunca,
eternamente te veo
con los ojos de la mente
y hasta en la idea te llevo;
y a cada instante te extraño,
aunque ya no soy tu dueño.

Yo no me explico la causa;
para mí, esto, es un misterio,
que me sorprenda la aurora
sin conciliar con el sueño.
¡Y que tú seas tan mala
con el que te fue sincero!...
¡Y eso que tú me juraste,
una tarde, amor eterno!

Mi corazón ya no ama,
el pobre se encuentra ajeno;
hoy te amo con la cabeza,
quiera Dios no te contagie
¡con la locura del genio!
La locura de este ciego
porque entonces tú sabrías
lo que es sufrir en infierno...

Y como te quiero tanto,
que no lo sufras, prefiero;
ya ves que no soy tan malo:
desde que te vi fui bueno...
por quien tuve mis desvelos...
y lo seré mientras viva.
¡Qué me habrán hecho tus ojos
que me encuentro tan enfermo!
English translation
Your diagnosis is simple,
I know I'm hopeless;
and I know that I'm hopeless
by your hope and your longing.
What are we going to do, my soul!
I will adore your memories,
I'll beg you to be my friend,
for I have no other happiness.

To love you as I longed
because I can't forget you;
that even if I never see you,
I eternally see you
with my mind's eye
and I even carry you in my mind;
and every moment I miss you,
although I am no longer your owner.

I can't explain the cause;
for me, this is a mystery,
that the dawn surprises me
without falling asleep.
And that you should be so mean
with the one who was sincere to you!...
And that you swore to me,
one evening, eternal love!

My heart no longer loves,
the poor thing is alienated;
today I love you with my head,
may God not infect you
with the madness of genius!
The madness of this blind man
because then you would know
what it is to suffer in hell...

And since I love you so much
that you don't suffer it, I prefer;
you see that I'm not so bad:
since I saw you I was good...
for whom I had my sleepless nights...
And I'll be so as long as I live.
What have your eyes done to me
that I am so sick!

The Cabeceo