Cuentele

Tell him, that you have spent a thousand
Nights crying over me
Tell him, that while he talks to you
You think of me
Tell him, that you don't know what
To do without my love

Wherever you go and see a flower
It's the memory of our love

Tell him, that you haven't
Been able to forget me
Tell him, that anything
Reminds you of me,

Our moments,
Our caresses,
And also our
Way of loving