I don't know why
this is happening to me;
what I know is that you hurt me
you make fun of me
and, even so, I still love you.
Somebody else has come
that truly loves me, she gives me peace,
I survive on her tenderness,
but I can't surrender myself
because a great part of you
is still within my heart.
My friends encourage me to forget you
and erase you from here, forever,
but I go on preferring you
even though you treat me as if I were a toy,
and you only use me whenever you want;
it may sounds stupid, but that's the way it is.
I go on preferring you,
I know it sounds illogical and silly,
perhaps I am an stupid romantic,
but it's the truth: I would change
all those kisses she gives me
for one kiss of yours given sincerely.
And I don't know either
why is that I'm telling you,
perhaps because I'm ashamed
to be telling the others
that I cling to your memory.
The day will come when I won't love you any more
and simply
I would be immune to your kisses,
although, some times, I have doubted it
because time passes
and what I feel doesn't change.
My friends encourage me to forget you
and erase you from here, forever.
but I go on preferring you
even though you treat me as if I were a toy,
and you only use me whenever you want;
it may sounds stupid, but that's the way it is.
I go on preferring you,
I know it sounds illogical and silly,
perhaps I am an stupid romantic,
but it's the truth: I would change
all those kisses she gives me
for one kiss of yours, a night of yours,
an 'I love you' of yours, given sincerely.
And I go on preferring you,
and I go on preferring you,
sincerely.