DIME
MI AMOR.

To the drowsy rhythm of our tango, with my arm encircling your waist, whispering a thousand tender phrases, glimpsing a thousand heavens of happiness. I would like to know whether in your heart there is still hope for me, whether absence and distance have not erased the love I glimpsed in your eyes.

Tell me, my love, tell me, my love, whether you still love me; whether absence has not killed your love, whether today, as yesterday, I can believe... Tell me, my love, tell me, my love, whether you still choose my heart, which today, for you, I offer in my sad song.

To the drowsy rhythm of our tango, with my arm encircling your waist, whispering a thousand tender phrases, glimpsing a thousand heavens of happiness. I would like to know whether in your heart there is still hope for me, whether absence and distance have not erased the love I glimpsed in your eyes.