Amores Extranos

I knew he wouldn't come,
I knew it was a lie,
how much time I lost for him,
a promise broken without fulfillment.
They are problematic loves,
like you, like me.
It's waiting by the phone,
the adventure of the illogical,
the madness of the magical,
a poison without an antidote,
the bitterness of the ephemeral,
because he left.
Loves, so strange that make you cynical,
make you smile through tears.
How many hypothetical pages,
to avoid writing the authentic ones.
They are loves that only at our age
get confused in our spirits,
they question you and never let you see,
if they will be love or pleasure.
And how many nights will I cry for him,
how many times will I reread
those letters I used to receive
when my sorrows were joys.
They are sporadic loves,
but in you they will remain.
Loves, so strange that come and go,
that will survive in your heart,
they are stories that you will always tell
without knowing if they are true.
They are fragile loves,
prisoners, accomplices,
they are problematic loves,
like you, like me.
They are fragile loves,
prisoners, accomplices,
so strange that live denying themselves
hiding from the two.

(chorus)
They are loves that only at our age
get confused in our spirit,
they are loves so problematic
that they will hide from the two.
They are loves that come and go,
they are stories that you will always tell.
I knew he wouldn't come,
this time I will promise myself,
I long for a sincere love, now without him