Amor, Amor (part. José José)

Where is the love?
Has anyone found it, please, or not?
Where can it go?
It may be hurt, but not die
It may be tired
It may be chained
Maybe it's asleep
In the shadow of forgetfulness

Love, love
That you paint in any color
As deep as the wind
As distant as time
And as true as the Sun

Love, love
If you hear me, if you can see me
Don't close your den to me
Fill a little of my life
Fill a little of my being

Where can it be
The love that once denied me peace?
When will it return?
It may never return, perhaps
It may be lost
It may be faint
Maybe it's sitting
At the door of the past

Love, love
That you paint in any color
As deep as the wind
As distant as time
And as true as the Sun

Love, love
If you hear me and can see me
Don't close your den to me
Fill a little of my life
Fill a little of my being