Amor de estudiante

That love, love, love, student love...
That love, love, love that is not like before...

That tender and immense love
that we lived, you and I...
That was our love, student love...
I approached a garden
then I plucked a flower...
and I am going to repeat the memory of before...
Only, now I am left
remembering that love we lived, you and I...
That love, love, love, student love...
That love, love, love that is not like before...
That love, love, love, student love...
That love, love, love that is not like before...
Repeat. All