Nunca Me Amaron Así
Camilo Sesto
They Never Loved Me Like That
Red were her lips
like an April rose
with more fear than desire
she came to me
Tenderness in her soul
and youth in her skin
a few years in blank
some dreams without an owner
wanting to learn
Her language is simple
natural her way of being
she was like a little bird
flying high for the first time
Full of life
she was a child until yesterday
depetaled flower
woman of her man
and companion at the same time
Oh woe is me...
I don't even recognize myself
Oh woe is me...
I'm going crazy
...they never loved me like that...
Feeling loved
is something special
feeling like someone cares
even more...
Everything makes sense
everything has value
and the small things
are bigger and more beautiful
if they are done with love
Her language is simple
natural her way of being
she was like a little bird
flying high for the first time
Full of life
she was a child until yesterday
depetaled flower
woman of her man
and companion at the same time
Oh woe is me...
I don't even recognize myself
Oh woe is me...
I'm going crazy
...they never loved me like that...
