Amor de mis amores [English translation]

The day you left, I filled with tears your handkerchief

and I put on your shirt to feel that you were not far away.

The nights don't come to an end when I don't hear you in the house,

neither reason nor pride does any good if I don't have you,

neither reason nor pride do any good if I don't have you.

Oh, love of my love, what is happening to us?

We suffer when we are together, we cry when we are apart.

Oh, love of my love, without you I'm dying,

better than loosing you, I prefer to live suffering loving you.

The day you left, I slept embracing your memories,

reading those letters that you wrote to me when we met

Neither time nor distance can erase a sincere love:

time makes you to miss it, and with distance you want to have it.

Time makes you to miss it, and with distance you want to have it.

Oh, love of my love, what is happening to us?

We suffer when we are together, we cry when we are apart.

Oh, love of my love, without you I'm dying,

Rather than loosing you, I prefer to love you and live suffering.

• Artist:Pimpinela