El cajón del recuerdo

In the drawer of memories,
where desires live,
where I learned to love without knowing how to say goodbye.

It was where I found,
without asking time,
a poem of kisses and verses, that I later forgot.

The gaze of a night,
that remembers that goodbye.
The bill of kisses,
that your heart cashed in.

CHORUS
I DON'T KNOW IF TO CALL IT LOVE,
BECAUSE I FEEL YOU AND I DON'T BELIEVE IN PASSION.
BECAUSE THE AFFECTION I EXPECT FROM YOU
DOESN'T NEED YOUR KISSES.
I DON'T KNOW IF TO CALL IT LOVE,
AND I DON'T KNOW IF TO SAY I LOVE YOU.
BECAUSE THERE ARE I LOVE YOUS,
THAT TRAVEL TO THE SUN.
ONLY TO STEAL YOUR BODY.

And after walking without seeing you,
and having touched the sky,
after looking into your eyes,
I forgot to say I LOVE YOU.

And now an opportunity,
that comes to me with the wind,
I will look back at the drawer of memories.

I found verses and kisses,
next to a song,
that told me that loneliness,
is the mortgage of your heart.

The gaze of a night,
that remembers that goodbye,
The bill of kisses,
that your heart cashed in.

CHORUS:
I DON'T KNOW IF TO CALL IT LOVE,
BECAUSE I FEEL YOU AND I DON'T BELIEVE IN PASSION.
BECAUSE THE AFFECTION I EXPECT FROM YOU
DOESN'T NEED YOUR KISSES.
I DON'T KNOW IF TO CALL IT LOVE,
AND I DON'T KNOW IF TO SAY I LOVE YOU.
BECAUSE THERE ARE I LOVE YOUS,
THAT TRAVEL TO THE SUN.
ONLY TO STEAL YOUR BODY.

I DON'T KNOW IF TO CALL IT LOVE
AND I DON'T KNOW IF TO SAY I LOVE YOU
BECAUSE THERE ARE I LOVE YOUS THAT TRAVEL TO THE SUN
ONLY TO STEAL YOUR BODY.