Como El Primer Dia

I still love you like the first day,
With this joy with which I go on living.
More than in the relay of things gone
In the expectations of new achievements.
Like the first day of a first feeling,
Like the potter of my fantasy.
With the joy of a drummer
And the austere moan of a litany.
I still love you like the first day.

I still love you, daring to say so,
With the guarantee of my poor dreams,
That is, endeavors because still,
My soul lives on to keep believing.
Like the first day, like the first kiss
And the first excess of melancholy.
Like the madness of the first attempt,
Like the argument of a prophecy.
I still love you like the first day.

I still love you, if I didn't say it,
I know I couldn't with my feelings,
What I carry inside would turn
Into a pack of regrets.
Like the first day you are the sailboat,
The star and the wind of my journey.
My philosophy, my passion,
My best accent, my sovereignty.
I still love you like the first day.