Paraules d'amor [English translation]

She loved me so much…

I still love her.

Together we went through

a closed door.

She, how I will tell you it,

she was my entire world then

when in the home we would burn

only words of love…

Words of love, simple and tender.

We didn't know more, we were fifteen years old.

We hadn't had enough time to learn them,

we had barely woken up from the sleep of children.

We had enough with three set phrases

that we had learned from comedians.

From love stories, poets' dreams,

we didn't know more, we were fifteen years old…

She who knows where she is,

she who knows where she stops.

I lost her and never again

have I returned to find her.

But often, at night fall,

from away a song arrives to me.

Old notes, old cords,

old words of love…

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:Com ho fa el vent