Ladrón de Buena Suerte

I stole from your eyes a celebration of hope
From your lips the faithful smile,
From your eyes a celebration that I dreamed,
I was always the spy who stole your charm,
From afar until I found,
In your arms the owner of what I stole.

Here ends the thief of good luck,
Someone came to claim what I had,
He spoke loudly and shouted that you are not mine,
Everything I kept he took away,
From today I can carry here in my chest,
The illusion that I slowly built,
Now only in silence do I have the right.
To the love that in dreams made me so happy.

I was always the spy who stole your charm,
From afar until I found,
In your arms the owner of what I stole.

Here ends the thief of good luck,
Someone came to claim what I had,
He spoke loudly and shouted that you are not mine,
Everything I kept he took away,
From today I can carry here in my chest,
The illusion that I slowly built,
Now only in silence do I have the right.
To the love that in dreams made me so happy.