Triste Historia - Paté de Fuá

Triste es el vals que murmura el ayer

Triste su hechizo de eterno beber

Apunta al pecho igual

Que hacia los techos, la luna sin por qué

Triste la historia de amor que no fue

Triste la esquina y tu adiós

Triste es el vals que no olvida

Triste la herida de mi corazón

Triste y lejano aquel beso que diste

El verano que fuiste mi amor

Triste lamento el que

Llora en el acordeón

Triste es el vals que no olvida

Triste la herida de mi corazón

Sad is the waltz that murmurs yesterday

Sad his spell of eternal drinking

Aim for the same chest

That towards the roofs, the moon without why

Sad love story that was not

Sad the corner and your goodbye

Sad is the waltz that does not forget

Sad the wound of my heart

Sad and distant that kiss you gave

The summer you were my love

sad sorry that

Cry into the accordion

Sad is the waltz that does not forget

Sad the wound of my heart