Dulce Amor
Picaflor de Los Andes
Sweet Love
My sweet love where will you be
I need your kisses
I am a carnation that dies without dew
I am the day that falters in the afternoon
Sweet illusion where will you be
I need your breath
I feel like dying from anguish
Not seeing you
Little by little my existence ends
Without your kisses without your breath
My soul
My life is a torment
Without destiny
