Extravío (Loss) [Vals] - Los Tres Reyes traduction en anglais

Extravío (Loss) [Vals]

Que pena me da mirarte, cuando te miro
Que pena me da saber, lo que has perdido
Que pena me da mirarte, cuando te miro
Que pena me da saber, lo que has perdido
Por jugar con el amor, con el honor pobre de ti
Hoy sufres y te lamentas, lo que has perdido
Por jugar con el amor, con el honor pobre de ti
Hoy sufres y te lamentas, lo que has perdido

Te engañaron tus amigas, te extravió la mala gente
Llenando tu pobre mente, de orgullo y vanidad
Llora mujer con dolor, llora, llora es tu error
Que la triste realidad la hizo, tu liviano amor
Llora mujer con dolor, llora, llora es tu error
Que la triste realidad la hizo, tu liviano amor

Que pena me da mirarte, cuando te miro
Que pena me da saber, lo que has perdido
Por jugar con el amor, con el honor pobre de ti
Hoy sufres y te lamentas, lo que has perdido
Por jugar con el amor, con el honor pobre de ti
Hoy sufres y te lamentas, lo que has perdido

Te engañaron tus amigas, te extravió la mala gente
Llenando tu pobre mente, de orgullo y vanidad
Llora mujer con dolor, llora, llora es tu error
Que la triste realidad la hizo, tu liviano amor
Llora mujer con dolor, llora, llora es tu error
Que la triste realidad la hizo, tu liviano, liviano amor

Extravío (Loss) [Vals]

How sad it is to see you, when I look at you
How sad it is to know, what you have lost
How sad it is to see you, when I look at you
How sad it is to know, what you have lost
For playing with love, with honor, poor you
Today you suffer and regret, what you have lost
For playing with love, with honor, poor you
Today you suffer and regret, what you have lost

Your friends deceived you, the bad people led you astray
Filling your poor mind, with pride and vanity
Cry woman with pain, cry, cry it is your fault
That the sad reality made it, your fleeting love
Cry woman with pain, cry, cry it is your fault
That the sad reality made it, your fleeting love

How sad it is to see you, when I look at you
How sad it is to know, what you have lost
For playing with love, with honor, poor you
Today you suffer and regret, what you have lost
For playing with love, with honor, poor you
Today you suffer and regret, what you have lost

Your friends deceived you, the bad people led you astray
Filling your poor mind, with pride and vanity
Cry woman with pain, cry, cry it is your fault
That the sad reality made it, your fleeting love
Cry woman with pain, cry, cry it is your fault
That the sad reality made it, your fleeting, fleeting love