Los Secretos De Mi Almohada

I love her more than ever,
I miss her more than before
I feel her as always
even though we are distant
I see her more beautiful,
I notice she has changed
that she is already a woman has matured.

And the more I love her, the more I love her
I haven't forgotten her, I haven't forgotten her
every part of her body I have touched with my hands
it doesn't compare, it doesn't compare
with anyone else, she is nothing
she knows the secrets of my pillow
she knows what I like
and I love her more.

I think of her and it hurts more
I mention her and it hurts me
I have her among my things
even though a year has passed
we live apart,
we sleep far apart
without understanding where we went wrong.

And the more I love her, the more I love her
I haven't forgotten her, I haven't forgotten her
every part of her body I have touched with my hands
it doesn't compare, it doesn't compare
with anyone else, she is nothing
she knows the secrets of my pillow
she knows what I like
and I love her more.

She knows what I like
and I love her more, I love her more
I haven't forgotten her, I haven't forgotten her
and I love her more, I love her more
I haven't forgotten her, I haven't forgotten her
and I love her more, I love her more
I haven't forgotten her, I haven't forgotten her.