| Song | Belleza |
| Artist | Abed Azrié |
| Album | Suerte (Live in Berlin) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Abed Azrié | |
| 作曲 : Abed Azrié | |
| Clouded, my eyes, with troubled love | |
| That solely my own spirit could allay. | |
| For what patience could be patient, say, | |
| With a faun whose instinct is to flee ? | |
| But, o, my love, love's ravages redeem | |
| With far, far greater beauty still. | |
| 5- Entre tus Manos | |
| O, you, source of ceaseless sorrows, | |
| A heart that hopelessness inhabits | |
| Makes its plaint of pain to you, | |
| A plaint that comes to nought. | |
| Munificence, lady, its life, its death, | |
| Rests in the palms of your hands. | |
| You, malediction and deliverance, | |
| Mouth that mitigates all maladies, | |
| Administered my poisoned dose. | |
| So judge and, in judging, know- | |
| That resignation exalts me. |
| zuo ci : Abed Azrie | |
| zuo qu : Abed Azrie | |
| Clouded, my eyes, with troubled love | |
| That solely my own spirit could allay. | |
| For what patience could be patient, say, | |
| With a faun whose instinct is to flee ? | |
| But, o, my love, love' s ravages redeem | |
| With far, far greater beauty still. | |
| 5 Entre tus Manos | |
| O, you, source of ceaseless sorrows, | |
| A heart that hopelessness inhabits | |
| Makes its plaint of pain to you, | |
| A plaint that comes to nought. | |
| Munificence, lady, its life, its death, | |
| Rests in the palms of your hands. | |
| You, malediction and deliverance, | |
| Mouth that mitigates all maladies, | |
| Administered my poisoned dose. | |
| So judge and, in judging, know | |
| That resignation exalts me. |
| zuò cí : Abed Azrié | |
| zuò qǔ : Abed Azrié | |
| Clouded, my eyes, with troubled love | |
| That solely my own spirit could allay. | |
| For what patience could be patient, say, | |
| With a faun whose instinct is to flee ? | |
| But, o, my love, love' s ravages redeem | |
| With far, far greater beauty still. | |
| 5 Entre tus Manos | |
| O, you, source of ceaseless sorrows, | |
| A heart that hopelessness inhabits | |
| Makes its plaint of pain to you, | |
| A plaint that comes to nought. | |
| Munificence, lady, its life, its death, | |
| Rests in the palms of your hands. | |
| You, malediction and deliverance, | |
| Mouth that mitigates all maladies, | |
| Administered my poisoned dose. | |
| So judge and, in judging, know | |
| That resignation exalts me. |