Flores, Cartas y Promesas

All love when it begins
Always starts from a letter, a flower, and a promise
And when we saw each other, we repeated all of that
And the story is always the same
But time passed by
And your love faded away because nothing had value
In the letters you gave me
In the flowers and promises, there was no great love

Flowers, love letters, promises just like those
All lovers in the world always give to their loves
The flowers wither and the promises are carried away by the wind
And the letters, one doesn't even remember where they kept them
Only ashes of that love remain with me as a witness
Of the moments of sadness
That left me with the certainty
That I was never your love

The flowers wither and the promises are carried away by the wind
And the letters, one doesn't even remember where they kept them
Only ashes of that love remain with me as a witness
Of the moments of sadness
That left me with the certainty
That I was never your love