Por qué

Like a read page,
like a cardboard kiss
is your love, is your love,
is your love for me.
Like a lost harvest,
like a tasteless wine
is your love, is your love,
is your love for me.
Like a compass without direction
I'm searching for...

Why don't you try to be that woman
who spoke of a tomorrow, of a yesterday,
of kisses, of words by the sea,
of flowers, of bells, of a home?
Why do I feel you strange next to me?
Why do you smile if you're not happy?
Your hands caress without warmth,
your bed is just a ticket for two.
Remember how our love was,
as simple as a children's tale,
but now that you lack the courage
what will remain of you?

Like a fire that doesn't burn,
like an unsigned verse
is your love, is your love,
is your love for me.
Like a fair that ends,
like a river without flow
is your love, is your love,
is your love for me.
Like a compass without direction
I'm searching for...

Why don't you try to be that woman
who spoke of a tomorrow, of a yesterday,
of kisses, of words by the sea,
of flowers, of bells, of a home?
Why do I feel you strange next to me?
Why do you smile if you're not happy?
Your hands caress without warmth,
your bed is just a ticket for two.