Don't forget my words.
Baby, you don't know what love is.
It's something beautiful like the Sun,
that radiates even more heat.
Flowing slowly into veins,
and little by little getting to the heart,
the first love pangs are born
with the first golden dreams.
Every heart that loves
is increasingly tormented.
You, who have never loved,
perhaps, cannot understand me.
Don't forget my words.
Baby, I love you so much, to death.
Perhaps, you mean more to me than the Sun.
Never make me suffer.
Baby, I've always loved you;
I don't know how to love more;
but you are so ungrateful,
perhaps, you can't understand me.
Don't forget my words.
Baby, you don't know what love is.
It's something more beautiful than the Sun,
that radiates even more heat.
Flowing slowly into veins,
and little by little getting to the heart,
the first love pangs are born
with the first golden dreams.
Every heart that loves
is increasingly tormented.
You, who haven't yet loved,
perhaps, cannot understand me.
Don't forget my words.
Baby, I love you so much, to death.
You mean more to me than the Sun.
Never make me suffer.