Este Amor Que Hay Que Callar

When it takes me whenever it pleases
Exercising its marital rights
Without more excuses or delays
Without caring about my wishes or my troubles
Under the weight of its body, every night I think of you
Under the touch of its hands, I always imagine you
And in the debased kiss of its lips, I think of you
I think of you, I think of you

What a shame of this love that must be hidden
Meeting in sordid motels
Reaching adultery after you
It can't be a sin if destiny wants it
What a shame of this love that must be silenced
Behind a neat wall of silence
Your hands really know the truth
Where my desires are born, where I die and where I feel
I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you

When we escape to another world of hope
Where people don't look at us with suspicion
Where we live our love in trust
That if it exists, it's because heaven wants it
If in this life nothing happens without God's will
He wouldn't let me adore you
If our love offended Him
To live, time is not much
When there's so much to live
So much to live
So much to live...