Por Ela

For her...
I, who was always sad, but felt that love exists, it was for her.
If one day I cried this desperate love, it was for her.
If I went from being a don juan to conquered without expecting it, it was for her.

For her...
If I invented a thousand ways to love her and not lose her, it was for her.
I, who was always a bohemian, became a friend of silence, it was for her.
If my dark life was colored with tenderness, it was for her.

For her...
I know I die for her.
Everything has been for her.
Everything was given by her.

For her...
So many sins for her.
So many desires for her.
I can't forget her anymore.

For her...
If I searched for her only by doing a thousand crazy things, it was for her.
If I fought for a moment like a jealous man, it was for her.
If I lived without fear of reaching her secrets, it was for her.

For her...
If I lived an adventure of madness, of tenderness, it was for her.
And if I suffer the torture of a lasting affection, it's because of her.
And if everyone wonders for whom I sing the bitterness, it's for her.

For her...
I know I die for her.
Everything has been for her.
Everything was given by her.

For her...
I know I die for her.
Everything has been for her.
Everything was given by her.

For her...
I know I die for her.
Everything has been for her.
Everything was given by her.