Almohada [English translation]

There's no love like ours in this life,

even if you look for it, even if it hides.

You sleep with me each and every night,

you're always quiet, without a complaint.

That's why I love you, that's why I adore you,

you're my everything, my treasure.

Sometimes I get back home, drunk with anguish,

and I fill you with kisses, with withered caresses.

But you're asleep, so you can't feel them.

I hold you near my chest, I sleep with you,

but then I wake up and you're not with me.

It was just my pillow.

Sometimes I see that you're quiet and absent,

and I suffer in silence, as many people do.

I wish I could scream, and tell you to come back,

that if I'm still alive, is just to love you.

But everything just happens, and all sorrows,

just like words, are carried away by the wind.

That's why I get back home, drunk with anguish,

and I fill you with kisses, with withered caresses.

But you're asleep, so you can't feel them.

I hold you near my chest, I sleep with you,

but then I wake up and you're not with me.

It was just my pillow.