Con Mis Cinco Sentidos

Many times, we forget
Something that happened to us,
Many times, we forget
Details of love.

Many times we forget
Details of love,
If you had a love,
And it left you a wound.

They are stages of pain and that love is never forgotten
They are stages of pain and that love is never forgotten.

With my five senses, I fell in love with you
With my five senses, I was a prisoner of you
With my five senses, I had your love
With my five senses, I accepted the end
With my five senses, I took your goodbye
And with my five senses...
I was left with my pain.