Que tragedia es el hombre,
Pies plantados en el fango,
Con su mente en el cielo,
Anhelando a volar.
Que triste es una vida,
Repleta de recuerdos,
Y una luz se apaga,
Y se borran al final.
Que cruel es la esperanza,
Que como un espejismo,
Desvanece en el alba,
De nuestra realidad.
Que injusta es la vida,
Que honra a deshonrados,
Y otorga a almas puras,
Eterna oscuridad.
What a Tragedy is Man
What a tragedy is man,
With his feet planted in the mud,
His mind in the heavens,
Yearning to fly.
How sad is a life,
Full of memories,
A light goes out,
And all is erased in the end.
How cruel is hope,
That like a mirage,
Dissolves in the dawn,
Of our reality.
How cruel is life,
That honors the dishonorable,
And rewards the purest souls,
With eternal darkness.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
Que tragedia es el hombre,
Pies plantados en el fango,
Con su mente en el cielo,
Anhelando a volar.
Que triste es una vida,
Repleta de recuerdos,
Y una luz se apaga,
Y se borran al final.
Que cruel es la esperanza,
Que como un espejismo,
Desvanece en el alba,
De nuestra realidad.
Que injusta es la vida,
Que honra a deshonrados,
Y otorga a almas puras,
Eterna oscuridad.
What a Tragedy is Man
What a tragedy is man,
With his feet planted in the mud,
His mind in the heavens,
Yearning to fly.
How sad is a life,
Full of memories,
A light goes out,
And all is erased in the end.
How cruel is hope,
That like a mirage,
Dissolves in the dawn,
Of our reality.
How cruel is life,
That honors the dishonorable,
And rewards the purest souls,
With eternal darkness.
(C) 2018 Victor D. Lopez
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