Ay Amor

The afternoon stops at my balcony,
illuminating this corner of my loneliness.

It's so hard to divide what this feeling dictates between truth...
Oh, oh, love, if I know you can't love me,
what the hell am I doing loving you?
I'm a prisoner of your warmth.

Love, I can't stop repeating to myself,
what is it that I see in you, if in the end only pain remains?
Is it the air you exude, dark-skinned one,
that I drank the potion of your poison
or your way of looking, clouding my will?
Is it the shine of your voice, serene, sweet melody that takes away the pain,
or your way of laughing to the beat of my heartbeat?

Excuse me for not being able to stay
and rest in your garden for a minute:
it's time to leave for the place
where good soil will finally bear fruit...

Oh, oh, love, I just wish to know
what the hell I saw in him, if in the end only pain remains...
Is it the air you exude, dark-skinned one,
that I drank the potion of your poison
or your way of looking, clouding my will?
Is it the shine of your voice, serene, sweet melody that takes away the pain,
or your way of laughing to the beat of my heartbeat?

Oh, oh, sir, if I just wish to know
what I saw in you, if in the end only pain remains...