Mis Celos

The anguish of not seeing you torments me,
I am with the dart of doubt,
A thousand things, a thousand suspicions devour me
Making my life a martyrdom.

I see you in other arms in my dreams
I wake up and startle night after night
And when I'm with you, I regret
All those things I think about.

All, all my tenderness
My pure hope I will give you
Nothing, no fears
I will adore you with a thousand loves