I fantasize day after day that you're with me.
My heart aches when I imagine
that you're mine and I am yours, like a year ago.
I spend dull evenings with somebody else
and you'd probably laugh at the jealousy
that my heart is burning up with.
My heart is still burning up with jealousy.
That I play at being in love with him is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I think about making love to you,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that it is you,
I'm making love with my eyes closed.
That I give myself to somebody else is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I dream that I'm happy with you again,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that you're mine.
I close my eyes and see your face.
You love another more than me,
but drunk on jealousy I plead for your kiss.
I take a walk with him and I hug him in the dark,
but in reality I am far away.
He doesn't even suspect that you're here between us.
I hear a voice that tells me:
''Enough of this tenderness, I'm sick of your love.''
That I play at being in love with him is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I think about making love to you,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that it is you,
I'm making love with my eyes closed.
That I give myself to somebody else is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I dream that I'm happy with you again,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that you're mine.
I close my eyes and see your face.
That I could forget with him all the days
and nights of our love is a crazy thought.
There's still a memory
in the past.
That I play at being in love with him is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I think about making love to you,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that it is you,
I'm making love with my eyes closed.
That I give myself to somebody else is a crazy thought,
because while doing so I dream that I'm happy with you again,
insane, insane, insane are the thoughts that you're mine.
I close my eyes and see your face.
Your face.