Hay Amores... Y Amores...
Pimpinela
There are loves... And loves...
Lucía: There are loves that are like a brand on fire,
Those loves that take away even our sleep,
Love of loves, that make us lose our minds,
Wide open they bring out feelings,
They give us happiness in the face of suffering,
Loves that awaken the passion of a kiss. . .
Joaquín: There are loves that pass like the wind passes,
They are illusions that last for a short time,
Those loves, flowers of a spring,
Lovers of a night that ends,
With the last star that shines,
Affections that are lost around the corner. . .
Lucía: There are loves that leave merciless marks,
And there are those romantic ones that send roses,
Those loves, that make us forget everything,
Able to push us up to the sky,
To drown us in tears of jealousy,
Loves that have us as love, prisoners. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: There are loves that are castles in the air,
And others eternal that are separate chapters,
Our loves, that touch our lives,
Lucía: That come when one least expects,
Joaquín: And one day they leave, whether you want it or not,
Lucía and Joaquín: Loves that give us freedom or condemn us. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: There are loves that will live eternally,
And there are those that people will never understand,
Our loves, that in the end pave the way,
Lucía: Taking us to the edge of the beach,
Joaquín: Sometimes hurting our memory,
Lucía and Joaquín: But if there will never be loves, stories. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: There are loves that are like a brand on fire,
Those loves that take away even our sleep,
There are loves that pass like the wind passes,
They are illusions that last for a short time,
There are loves that leave merciless marks,
And there are those romantic ones that send roses,
There are loves that are castles in the air...