Y sigo preguntándome [English translation]

And I still ask myself

how can exist something so great,

that time makes the feelings multiply...

How can it be

that your memories get sweeter with the months,

those months that I have been without you.

And I still ask myself

how can exist something so pure

that I can't see myself enjoying

life wherever you are not,

because, without you, I realized there isn't tranquil life.

Oh come, and listen to my soul!

Hope is for me something like your name

which is, for me, a good part of

my flag colors.

And time is cruel with me because it wanted to stop

the cycle of agony that I passed for our love,

and it didn't make longer those years of happiness.

And I stil ask myself

how come after our moments

there are no rests left, on your part, of those kisses

that could make you be born again.

What feeds my soul and guides my dreams,

is that..., I don't know how to tell you that I still love you.

Hope is for me something like your name

which, for me, is a good part of

my flag colors.

And time is cruel with me because it wanted to stop

the cycle of agony that I passed for our love,

and it didn't make longer those years of happiness.

I know that life passes and passes and I never saw you again,

and that I feed on an encounter that I create within my hopes,

but baby, you have to understand that this is not life...

And time is cruel with me because it wanted to stop

the cycle of agony that I passed for our love,

and it didn't made longer those years of happiness,

Oh, of happines...