When they talk to you of love and illusions
And they offer you a sun and an entire sky
If you remember me, don't mention me
Because you are going to feel a good kind of love.
And if they want to know about your past
it is necessary to tell a lie
Say that you come from over there,
from a strange world
That you don't know how to cry
That you don't understand about love
And that you have never loved
Because wherever I go
I will speak of your love
Like a golden dream
And forgetting the bitterness
I won't say that your goodbye
made me unhappy
And if they want to know about my past
It is necessary to tell another lie
I will tell them I came from a strange world
That I don't know about sorrow
That I triumphed in love
and that I have never cried