Locura de Amor

Yours
and mine is
crazy love,
crazy love.

If I could spend a whole night with you,
for example, both sitting by the seashore,
and give ourselves with crazy passion without anyone knowing
that there can't be more witnesses than the darkness.

To give each other little kisses of the love that fits us.
Like crazy people lost in the night until the sun rises.
And contemplate the sunrise with a full soul.
If we could have that night just the two of us.

It would be living the beautiful and the lovely,
it would be feeling the sweetness of a kiss,
it would be like reaching the sky,
it would be nurturing what's ours.

And so,
eternally happy,
you for me, me for you,
in the sweetest moment.

We don't have to look at each other,
we don't have to touch each other,
if just by imagining each other
we lose consciousness and reason.

Yours
and mine is
crazy love,
crazy love.

I like this craziness
and as long as I live, let it continue.
Ah! but I'm crazy crazy, and you calm
because you have my life and my love.

This crazy love that is killing me
that is taking me
little by little.

I know I'm crazy
but you, you're not very sane either.

Some say it's madness,
but I know it's love.

That madness that has no cure, hey,
makes us both crazy.

It touches us, shakes us, provokes us,
the soul and the heart.

And if we're not together,
we go crazy.