Mi buen amor (en inglés)

There are loves that disappear over the years
There are loves whose flame stays alive
The uncertain ones, that are roses and thorns
And there are loves that are good, like yours

There are loves that sow and blossom
There are loves that end in a drought
Those that bring disappointments in life
And there are loves that are good, like yours

My love, my good love, my delirium
Don’t expect me to forget you like that, no more
Your love was a sea when thirsty
I came to your door to rest
Your love, love, only that which one day
In your chest, my love, gave me happiness

There are loves that take us to an abyss
There are loves that we never forget
Those that give tenderness and fantasy
They’re the good loves, like yours My love, my good love, my delirium
Don’t expect my sorrow to be slight
Your love was broad daylight
When everything was darkness
Your love, love, only that which one day
In your chest, my love, gave me happiness
In your chest, my love, gave me happiness