Amante a La Antigua

I am one of those old-fashioned lovers
Who still tend to send flowers
Those who still hold in their chest
Memories of romantic loves

I am that passionate lover
Who still uses fantasy in his romances
I like to contemplate the dawn
Dreaming in the arms of his beloved

I simply belong to that class
That is not very common in our days
Love letters, a kiss on the hand
Many carmine stains

Among the shadows of the garden
I am dressed just like anyone
And I live with today's life
But it is true that often
I suffer for love and sometimes cry for the absence

Because I am one of those old-fashioned lovers
Who still tend to send flowers
Although I continue in this world
With its fashions and trends

Love is always the same for me
Love is always the same for me
Always the same
Always the same