Fueron tres años

You do not speak to me, my treasure,
you don't speak to me and you haven't looked at me.
It was three years, my life,
three years far away from your heart.
Speak to me, break the silence!
Can't you see I'm dying?
And take this torment away from me,
because your silence already says goodbye to me.

What a thing life has to offer!
What a thing to have to cry!
What a thing destiny has!
It will be my way to suffer and sorrow.
But let me kiss your lips
just for a moment, and then I'll go;
and take this torment away from me,
because your silence already tells me goodbye.

I still have fire on my lips,
from the farewell kiss.
How could I think you were lying,
if your black eyes were crying for me?
Speak to me, break the silence!
Can't you see I'm dying?
And take this torment away from me,
because your silence already says goodbye to me.