Hay de Amores a Amores

There are moments that die in oblivion
But there are others that are kept forever
Some live in a wounded heart
And others in the subconscious

I had resigned myself to forget you
Without even seeking the slightest comfort
And today my nostalgia has led me to call you
In my sleepless nights

There are loves to loves
Those that are forgotten
And for which you always cry
But you, who gave me
That since you left
My days are worse

With you, you took
The flowers from my garden
There are desires and obsessions
With good and bad intentions

But what I long for
Is to see myself in those eyes
That fill my voids
To warm with your body
This relentless cold

I had resigned myself to forget you
Without even seeking the slightest comfort
And today my nostalgia has led me to call you
In my sleepless nights

There are loves to loves
Those that are forgotten
And for which you always cry
But you, who gave me
That since you left
My days are worse

With you, you took
The flowers from my garden
There are desires and obsessions
With good and bad intentions

But what I long for
Is to see myself in those eyes
That fill my voids
To warm with your body
This relentless cold