No Me Crees

I can't think if I don't see you,
I can't hear if it's not your voice,
in my solitude
I write to you and give myself to you
with every kiss, my heart.
Ohh

The sun fades in my window
and it's been a long time since I heard from you,
tell me how you've been,
if you're also alone
and if you think of me,
I'm still here.

In every word, a thousand caresses and looks,
you gave me what no one gave me in my life.

Your memory consoles me, keeps me awake,
poisons me every day so much.
What would you do if this poor heart loses you?

And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is forgetfulness,
you don't believe me when I tell you that in forgetfulness I'm with you even if you're not here,
and every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it,
you don't believe me.

I can't dream if it's not with you,
I just want to see you again
and whisper in your ear everything I've written to you on this paper,
understand me.

In every word, a thousand caresses and looks,
you gave me what no one gave me in my life.

Your memory consoles me, keeps me awake,
poisons me every day so much.
What would you do if this poor heart loses you?

And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is forgetfulness,
you don't believe me when I tell you that in forgetfulness I'm with you even if you're not here,
and every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it.

And you don't believe me when I tell you that no one will love you like I do,
when I ask you not to leave me without reason in forgetfulness,
entertaining myself in the memory is the remedy I have left of your love.

And if I surrender to you sincerely
and speak to your heart
I hope you don't return a goodbye.

And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is forgetfulness,
you don't believe me when I tell you that in forgetfulness I'm with you even if you're not here,
and every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it.

And you don't believe me when I tell you that no one will love you like I do,
when I ask you not to leave me without reason in forgetfulness,
entertaining myself in the memory is the remedy I have left of your love.
You don't believe me.