Tus 15 años y Yo

When I left, I thought I'd forget
I wanted to be happy again
with another love, far from you
where my nights don't speak to me about you
but I couldn't erase your image
if your memory comes to me

Why did I love you, little flower
if I was happy before you
now it's you who lives in me
in this old heart
with only 15 years and me
I saw you as a woman already

My little faithful lover
in your wild youth
I wanted to nest and be happy
but my years separate me from you
how will I live without your love
if everything reminds me of you
how will I live without your love
if everything reminds me of you...