If my soul loves you more every day
And the heart for your love palpitates,
Why should not I leave you, my love,
The story, here, of our love, written?

Keep it, and if absence or fate
They want me away from your memory,
Without getting out of your way,
I stay here with our brief history.

If the future gives us all its flowers,
And I live with you as I have dreamed,
To raise a temple to my loves,
This will be the altar of your past.

But if I open my book and I'm dead
And of my love do you still remember,
On the cheers that I dreamed awake
Let a tear fall, my soul ...

These are the holy witnesses,
Of my hours of love, do not destroy them,
Which of the muse that inspired these songs,
My hours of passion are only yours

Save this book! All my woes
And my love sayings are printed.
I leave your heart in these leaves,
You will know if you break them or kiss them ...

So to see you from afar, definitely:
You go with another man; I, with another woman ...
And I know that, like water springing from a fountain,
Those beautiful days can not return.

So, see you from afar and spend smiling,
As if he does not feel what he felt yesterday;
And to make my face indifferent,
And that the gesture of boredom seems like pleasure.

So, seeing you from afar, and not telling you anything,
Nor with a smile, nor with a glance,
And never suspect how much I love you like this;

Because although nobody knows what nobody says,
The whole night is short to dream about you,
And all day long is little to think of you.