Nuestro amor [English translation]

Our love

was sick

before it began.

And still,

we never did a thing to cure it...

we never did a thing to cure it...

Our love

was blind

before it began.

And still,

we looked at the moon holding hands...

we looked at the moon holding hands...

Our love

was invalid,

before it began.

And still,

it ran and ran,

from rose to rose,

from grass to tree.

Our love

was dead

before being born.

And still,

it wanted to convince itself that it was true.

It lived long enough to know it was dead.

Our love

was invalid,

before it began.

And still,

it ran and ran,

from rose to rose,

from grass to tree.