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Lágrimas de Escarcha

Los ojos se me nublan al saber
Que tu amor me está olvidando,
Que tu amor me está olvidando,
Porque será difícil para mi
El tratar de olvidarte
Hay que será de mi destino
No vallas a pensar que siento pena
Si notas ese brillo aquí en mis ojos
Son solo dos gotitas de escarchas
Que brotan al saber que ya te marchas (coro)
Los ojos se me nublan al saber
Que tu amor me está olvidando
Que tu amor me está olvidando,
Porque será difícil para mi
El tratar de olvidarte
Hay que será de mi destino
No vallas a pensar que siento pena
Si notas ese brillo aquí en mis ojos
Son sólo dos gotitas de escarchas
Que brotan al saber que ya te marchas (coro)
Los ojos se me nublan al saber
Que tu amor me está olvidando
Que tu amor me está olvidando,
Porque será difícil para mi
El tratar de olvidarte
Hay que será de mi destino
No vallas a pensar que siento pena
Si notas ese brillo aquí en mis ojos
Son sólo dos gotitas de escarchas
Que brotan al saber que ya te marchas (coro)

Tears of Frost

My eyes become cloudy upon knowing
That your love is forgetting me,
That your love is forgetting me,
Because it will be difficult for me
To try to forget you
What will become of my destiny
Do not think that I feel sorry
If you notice that brightness here in my eyes
They are only two drops of frost
That sprout upon knowing that you are already leaving (chorus)
My eyes become cloudy upon knowing
That your love is forgetting me
That your love is forgetting me,
Because it will be difficult for me
To try to forget you
What will become of my destiny
Do not think that I feel sorry
If you notice that brightness here in my eyes
They are only two drops of frost
That sprout upon knowing that you are already leaving (chorus)
My eyes become cloudy upon knowing
That your love is forgetting me
That your love is forgetting me,
Because it will be difficult for me
To try to forget you
What will become of my destiny
Do not think that I feel sorry
If you notice that brightness here in my eyes
They are only two drops of frost
That sprout upon knowing that you are already leaving (chorus)