Cuentele
Cuentale, que has pasado mil
Noches llorando por mi
Cuentale, que mientras te habla
Tu piensas en mi
Cuentale, que no sabes que
Hacer sin mi amor
Que a donde vallas y vez una flor
Es el recuerdo de nuestro amor
Cuentale, que tu no me has
Podido olvidar
Cuentale, que cualquier cosa
Te hace recordar,
Nuetras momentos,
Nuetras caricias,
Y tambien nuestra
Forma de amar
Tell Him
Tell him, that you have spent a thousand
Nights crying over me
Tell him, that while he talks to you
You think of me
Tell him, that you don't know what
To do without my love
Wherever you go and see a flower
It's the memory of our love
Tell him, that you haven't
Been able to forget me
Tell him, that anything
Reminds you of me,
Our moments,
Our caresses,
And also our
Way of loving