No Me Platiques Más

Don't tell me anymore, about what should have happened, before we met,
I know you've had, happy hours, even without me,
I don't want to know, what could have happened, in all those years,
That you have lived, with other people, far from my love
I love you so much that I get jealous, even of what could have been,
And I imagine that's why, I live so restless
Don't tell me anymore, let me imagine, that the past doesn't exist,
And that we were born, the same moment, we met

I love you so much that I get jealous, even of what could have been,
And I imagine that's why, I live so restless
Don't tell me anymore, let me imagine, that the past doesn't exist,
And that we were born, the same moment, we met