| I will always deny it even with God that sometimes the thought wandering of his own
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| Return to look for you rejoice at the memory
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| Then it comes back to exhausting me bad and stubborn
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| And I think of the night I slept alone
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| And you even knowing that I was dying alone
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| Who knows from what arms you never came back
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| And then I tell myself you never loved me
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| And sings the heart was not love
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| Ouch, mi amor of that story of ours
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| Ouch, mi amor I'll never understand anything
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| Ouch, I amor with this doubt I will stay
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| All my life I will not know
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| Whether you loved me or not
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| I remember December the snow people
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| And you who in slow, irritating traffic
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| Blocking the road you have turned off the engine
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| To tell me you see me I die of love
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| The horns sounded like crazy
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| We out of this world kissed
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| Not even three hours after that New Year
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| You didn't come by playing deceit
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| And insinuates the heart was not love
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| Ouch, mi amor of that story of ours
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| Ouch, mi amor I'll never understand anything
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| Ouch, I amor with this doubt I will stay
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| All my life I will not know
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| Whether you loved me or not
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| And then long months in which I was sick
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| In which I did not know how to sleep or pray
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| The doctor said she wants it
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| There is a thread between the mind and the heart
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| And then all of a sudden I saw you close
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| Night and day a long way
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| And when I started smiling again
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| I turned my head but I was already alone
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| And he insists the heart was not love
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| Ouch, mi amor of that story of ours
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| Ouch, mi amor I'll never understand anything
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| Ouch, I amor with this doubt I will stay
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| All my life I will not know
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| Whether you loved me or not |