Mis Recuerdos

(all of Mexico moves it simply overwhelming)...I keep the memories around, of the beautiful things I lived, I tried to forget you and I never could, it's too much, tell me what has become of your life, he must be the happiest man with your love, if he has what I never had, I know. Tell me if next to that man, who gave you his love, his name, you have already forgotten me. Tell me if his roses are worth more, than the beautiful nights you spent with me (2). My love, what a pain and what a shame, a shame for whoever believes that you love him more than me, he doesn't know that you deceive him, that you love me, that you miss me, that you don't forget me, he doesn't know that you wait for me and that when you give yourself to him you only think of me. You remain as beautiful as ever and the love that is in your belly, makes you always look like that, I always carry you in my memories, you, I don't know. Tell me if next to that man, who gave you his love, his name, you have already forgotten me. Tell me if his roses are worth more, than the beautiful nights you spent with me (2).