Buenos Amores
Abel Pintos
Good Loves
Nothing in the world today
Shines for noble and sincere
It's harder to think
Than to leave full of holes
The truth that dies,
Where dreams die
But we have a value
That is not lost or sold
Treasure of the heart,
That doesn't understand betrayals
They are the things that remain
Marked forever
In a corner of the soul
That never reaches loneliness
They are the good loves
And the good moments
That will keep beating
Inside us until we die
And the good angels
And the good friends
The true owners
Of the reasons to live
But we have a value
That is not lost or sold
Treasure of the heart,
That doesn't understand betrayals
They are the things that remain
Marked forever
In a corner of the soul
That never reaches loneliness
They are the good loves
And the good moments
That will keep beating
Inside us until we die
And the good angels
And the good friends
The true owners
Of the reasons to live
They are the good loves
And the good angels
They are the good loves
And the good angels
The true owners
Of the reasons to live
