Dime, dime que me quieres

Everyone told me: 'Take off the blindfold! You are
a whim, you are a flower of a day.' He spoke to me
about loves, dreams, and promises... Only because
of his eyes my eyes could see. The years have passed,
the puppeteer has been left speechless. And
even though he doesn't realize it, I look for his gaze
and silently shout to him:

Tell me, tell me, tell me... Tell me you love me
that you don't live for another, that for my
bones you die, that people are wrong. Tell me,
tell me you love me, that I am your whole life,
silence those who hurt me or I will die of sorrow. Tell me you
love me, tell me you love me, tell me you
love me even if you don't feel it.

There are no more caresses, desire has died and yet
I keep waiting for him. Sometimes I remember when they told me:
'Take off the blindfold!' and I didn't listen. When he
holds my hand, his forgetfulness is forgotten and my
flowers come back to life. And I look at him and remember when he was
a flower of a day and talked to me about loves.
Tell me, tell me, tell me...