La primavera trae canciones desesperadas...

Is it a sin, is it a crime

loving you dear like i doif

it's a crime, then, i'm guilty

guilty of loving you.

Maybe i'm wrong dreaming of you

dreaming the lonely night thru

if it's a crime, then, i'm guilty

guilty of dreaming of you.

What can i do?what can i say?

after i've taken the blame

you say, 'you're through

you'll go your way'.

But i'll always feel just the same

maybe, i'm right, maybe i'm wrong

loving you dear like i do if it's a crime, then, i'm guilty

guilty of loving you...

...la mía es tuya...ya lo sabes...