Palabras De Amor (part. Ana Bélen)

He loved me so much... I'm still in love. Together we went through a closed door. He, how can I tell you... was my whole occupation, when only words of love burned in the fire... Simple and tender words of love that we threw out for the first time, we barely had time to learn them, we were just waking up from childhood. Those three ready-made phrases were enough for us, sung by a night owl gallant, from love stories, poets' dreams, at fifteen you don't know more... Where is she, maybe she still remembers me. One day she left and I never saw her again. But, when it gets dark, far away, you can hear a song, old music that cradles, old words of love... Simple and tender words of love that we threw out for the first time, we barely had time to learn them, we were just waking up from childhood. Those three ready-made phrases were enough for us, sung by a night owl gallant, from love stories, poets' dreams, at fifteen you don't know more... At fifteen you don't know more...