Noche de amantes
Sandro
Night of Lovers
Night of lost lovers,
nights of old memories
of lonely loves and forgetfulness,
in each lover a story.
The street is deserted
and there's a lot of cold in my pillow,
I no longer have the warmth
of your breath that I used to have.
My heart already broken,
my desperate hand
searching for you in the bed...
there's nothing left of you,
there's nothing left of you.
Night of past nights,
when I had your love...
if there's a law about loves,
I swear I didn't know.
A law of old loves
that destroyed hearts,
for a love like mine,
there are no laws or reasons.
But in the face of such ignorance,
God has just sentenced me,
there will be a law about loves...
because I am a condemned man.
