Palabras de Amor

He loved me so much, that I'm still in love,
Together we went through, a closed door.
He, as I would say, was my whole occupation,
When in the fire they burned, only words of love.

Words of love, simple and tender,
That we threw out there, for the first time,
We barely had time to learn them,
Just waking up from childhood.
Those three ready-made phrases were enough for us,
That a night owl gallant would sing.
Love stories, poets' dreams,
At fifteen, you don't know more.

Where is he now, maybe he still remembers me,
One day he left, and I never saw him again,
But when it gets dark, a song can be heard from afar,
Old music that cradles, old words of love.

Words of love, simple and tender,
That we threw out there for the first time.
We barely had time to learn them,
Just waking up from childhood,
Those three ready-made phrases were enough for us,
That a night owl gallant would sing,
Love stories, poets' dreams,
At fifteen, you don't know more,
At fifteen, you don't know more.