Duele el amor [English translation]

Three o'clock in the morning,

the clock reads - I'm unable to sleep,

It's not entirely uncommon,

since I witnessed you leave.

Adorning your memory

is a taunting of the clock,

the smoke of a cigarette

that won't burn away the ache.

Love hurts, oh, yes,

love hurts, without you

and in my madness I wonder,

how the hell, hell, hell did I lose you?

Love hurts, oh, yes,

love hurts, without you

and in my madness I wonder,

how the hell, hell, hell did I lose you?

Three o'clock in the morning,

the clock strikes again,

bearing your memory,

a month or two pass.

My life is darker

than the darkest coffee,

you left and you swore

you'd never, never return.

Love hurts, oh, yes,

love hurts, without you

and in my madness I wonder,

how the hell, hell, hell did I lose you?

Love hurts, oh, yes,

love hurts, without you

and in my madness I wonder,

how the hell, hell, hell did I lose you?