Volver
Volver,
con las alas marchitas de volar,
volver,
con los ojos cansados de llorar,
sentir,
la nostalgia de tu amor que lo espero,
la tristeza del recuerdo que quedo,
en mi joven corazon,
tendre,
que vivir en esta vida sin tu amor,
fuiste arena que en mis manos se escurrio,
y que el viento se llevo...
pensar,
que tuve tantas ansias de querer,
y que quise tanto mundo recorrer,
en mi loca juventud,
hoy se,
que talves no vuelva ya otro querer,
que quisas tu fuiste la ultima mujer,
a quien pude yo querer
Come Back
Come back,
with the worn-out wings of flying,
come back,
with the tired eyes from crying,
feeling,
the nostalgia of your love that I wait for,
the sadness of the memory that remains,
in my young heart,
I will,
have to live in this life without your love,
you were sand that slipped through my hands,
and that the wind took away...
thinking,
that I had so much desire to love,
and that I wanted to travel the world so much,
in my crazy youth,
today,
I know that maybe another love will not come back,
that perhaps you were the last woman,
whom I could love