Nothing is ever acquired from man, Nor his strength, neither his weakness, Nor his heart. And when he believes open his arms, his shadow is that of a cross. And when he wants to squeeze is happiness, he grinds it. Her life is a strange and painful divorce. There is no happy love Her life she looks like those soldiers without weapons, That we had dressed for another destiny. What good can it do for them to get up in the morning Them that we find in the evening, unarmed, uncertain. Say these words my life and hold back your tears. There is no happy love My beautiful love, my dear love, my tear I carry you in me like a wounded bird And those without knowing watch us pass Repeating after me the words that I have braided And who for your big eyes immediately died There is no happy love. The time to learn to live it's already too late That our hearts cry in unison in the night What it takes from regrets to pay for a thrill What it takes to be unhappy for the slightest song What it takes to sob for a guitar tune There is no happy love.
