Mi historia entre tus dedos [English translation]

I think that the nights I gave you aren't that useless.

You leave and what? I'm not trying to discuss it to you, you know it and I know it.

At least stay just for tonight,

I promise not to touch you, ar you sure,

maybe it is that I'm feeling alone,

because I know that smile, so definitive,

your smile that opened your paradise to myself.

People say that with every man there is one like you,

but my place, later, you'll ocuppy it with someone, just like me or better I doubt it.

Why do you bend the glance this time?

You ask me to keep on being friends.

Friends for what? Dammit!

I forgive a friend, but I love you,

my natural instincts may seem banal.

There's one thing that I haven't told you yet,

that my problems you know, are called you.

That's why you see me acting like a tough guy,

so I can feel a little bit more secure.

And if you don't want to say what was my mistake,

remember that I forgave you too,

but you say: "I'm sorry.... I don't love you",

and you leave with this story between your fingers.

What will you do? Look for an excuse and then leave,

because you shouldn't worry about me, you don't have to cause me.

I will write a couple of songs for you

trying to hide my emotions.

Thinking, but a little, in the words,

and I will talk about the smile, so definitive,

your smile that opened your paradise to myself.

There's one thing that...