Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.
O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.
About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you