To say “I love you” to say “love” doesn’t mean anything.
Sincere words, the ones that hold value, are the ones that come from the soul.
And in my soul only white words are born;
Questions without answers, full of hope.
A love like mine cannot drown, like a stone in a river.
A love like mine cannot end;
Not even from afar, do I forget you.
And it cannot burn, because it is made of fire.
Nor win nor lose because this love isn’t a game.
Dreams that are love, dreams that are pain;
I need to know, if you want to be my lover.
It’s nice to laugh, love and live;
Everything for someone.
And if it’s necessary, to suffer, mourn or die for that someone.
I need to know if you want to be my lover.
To live or die, to live or die, but with you.
A translation from an old Spanish love song.