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The illusion of the past is dead:
That I was kissed by love.
And dead too is that cruel promise,
Of the life that it gave us.

With all the candour of our souls,
We thought that we were holy.
And never stopped ourselves, and thought,
About how crazy our love really was.

Mueren ya las ilusiones del ayer
Que sacié con lujurioso amor
Y muere también con sus promesas crueles
La inspiración que un día le brindé.

Con candor el alma entera yo le dí
Pensando nuestro idilio consagrar
Sin pensar que ella lo que buscaba en mí
Era el amor de loca juventud