José José

Almost everyone knows how to love
But few know how to love
It's that loving and wanting are not the same
Loving is suffering, wanting is enjoying

He who loves intends to serve
He who loves gives his life
And he who wants intends to live
And never suffer, and never suffer

He who loves cannot think
Gives everything, gives everything
He who wants pretends to forget
And never cry, and never cry

Wanting can end quickly
Love knows no end
And it's that we all know how to love
But few know how to love

Tears, the silent language of your sorrow
Tears, the quiet voice of your sadness
Tears, the wet expression of your soul
Tears, the visible proof that you love me
Tears, of passionate waves and wounds
Tears, of deep pain and joys
Tears, the faithful word of your bitterness
Tears, the final truth that you don't hide, tears

But I doubt it, with me you swayed in the air
You flew on a white horse around the world
And those things cannot come back
And I doubt it because sometimes
You've cried for me with a kiss
Crying with joy and not fear
And I doubt that it will be the same with him, the same with him