Letra de Estoy Muy Triste - Bertha Del Amor

The fate is keeping pack of cards
She'll keep the ase for the death
And all remains she'll bring to us
And throw to bloody depth

You won and don't hear the funeral bell
But this is unfair play
A hungry wolf gnaws the fleshless bones
Of those who won yesterday

Those people insane who believe in Christ
His kindness and reign and pain
They'll finish their lives
is that distant place
Where everyone rots in the grave

Is damned the one who rejected free life
Though this is too short and then
He called himself a sheep of the Christ
To go as it to your pen

For those who wanted to live in the calm
And born with the soul of the slave
The death is giving her bloody smile
And faith is preparing the grave

And only the free one dignity has
To finish his glorious way
The one who was born
With the freedom in blood
Could look at the eyes of the death