Cuentos de amor

Jump, you make me remember
in your guitar-like voice a little in love
the pain of an old love
that still lives in my soul.

So much time has passed
that unintentionally I forgot your name
but I will never forget
that I am the man of your skin.

Chorus
My little heart
is dying, is dying
as it dies at dawn
the night of your memories
and I cry with my guitar
because the story is about love.

Eyes of a green grass
are guilty of my suffering
because almost without thinking
I am already a prisoner of them.

I know you will regret
you will want to come back to my side
and with pain I will tell you
that nothing of my love has remained.