"Recuerdos" Recuerdos de aquella vez Cuando nos amabamos Del sabor de tus besos Del calor de tu cuerpo De tu felicidad y de los planes Que sonabamos alcanzar Y antes una hora parecia un segundo Ahora el segundo es una eternidad Pues ya no puedo mas Cuando se nos volteo la vida, amiga? Cuando se nos murio el amor? Entre pelea y pelea nos matamos lentamente Cuando digo "Te amo" me ignoras Cuando finalmente respondes mi orgullo mata la ocacion Y es que ya no se que mas hacer por que se nos esta muriendo el amor Talvez me balla un dia Cuando estes dormida Me despedire con un beso en tu mejia Y me alejare de ti Rompere nuestro libro de poemas eh iluciones Y enserrare en un cajon mi dolor Y seras feliz Y amaras nuevamente Te entregaras a alguien mas Y yo pensare en ti y siempre te amare asi Talvez me balla un dia Cuando estes dormida Me despedire con un beso en tu mejia Y me alejare de ti Rompere nuestro libro de poemas eh iluciones Y enserrare en un cajon mi dolor Talvez me balla ya... ----- "Memories" memories of that time when we used to love eachother memories of the taste of your kisses of the heat of your body of your happiness and about our plans plans we dreamt we could reach one day And before an hour seemed like a second now that second is an eternity because i can't take it anymore When did it all turn this way, my friend? when did our love started to die? Fighting and fighting we kill eachother slowly when i say "I love you" you ignore me coldly when you finally respond to me i stay quiet and let my pride kill the moment I don't know what else to do because our love is dying slowly Maybe i'll leave one day at night when you're sleeping i'll say good bye with a kiss on your cheek and i'll leave and i'll rip off our book of poems and hopes and i'll lock all my pain in a box and you'll be happy and will love again you'll give yourself to someone else and i will think of you and i'll always love you still Maybe i'll leave one day at night when you're sleeping i'll say good bye with a kiss on your cheek and i'll leave and i'll rip off our book of poems and hopes and i'll lock in a box all my pain maybe i'll leave now...