De que estoy hecha (en inglés)

What am I made of, I wonder and I don’t find the answer
When you hurt me, when you leave, when you close that door
And I stay like a fool waiting for your return
And the night envelops me, dreaming of your kisses

What am I made of, I wonder without looking at myself in the mirror
When I’m upset if you want me in bed and I let you
And what’s the matter with me, as it doesn’t occur to me to leave you
And that instead of leaving you I love you much more

What the devil am I made of
I’m only happy if I’m with you
I forget the bad moments
And I never get tired of waiting
What the devil am I made of
I suffer what I suffer to have you
And I’m so afraid of losing you
That’s why I wonder And what’s the matter with me, as it doesn’t occur to me to leave you
And that instead of leaving you I love you much more

What the devil am I made of
I’m only happy if I’m with you
I forget the bad moments
And I never get tired of waiting
What the devil am I made of
I suffer what I suffer to have you
And I’m so afraid of losing you
That’s why I wonder what I’m made of