Locura de Amor - Los Panchos

Y que he de hacer, para que creas, que mi querer, es verdadero

Di que he de hacer, para que creas, que con tu amor, yo fui sincero

Si no fuera cierta la locura que tu amor, me causa

Si no fuera inmensa la tortura que por ti, yo estoy viviendo

Quien habría de creerme si al buscarme siempre me encontraba

Sueña que te sueña, piensa que te piensa

Sufre que te sufre, llora que te llora, tan solo por ti

Di que he de hacer, para que creas, que con tu amor, yo fui sincero

Si no fuera cierta la locura que tu amor, me causa

Si no fuera inmensa la tortura que por ti, yo estoy viviendo

Quien habría de creerme si al buscarme siempre me encontraba

Sueña que te sueña, piensa que te piensa

Sufre que te sufre, llora que te llora, tan solo por ti

And what do I have to do for you to believe that my love is true

Say what I have to do, so that you believe, that with your love, I was sincere

If the madness that your love causes me were not true

If the torture that I am living for you was not immense

Who would believe me if when looking for me I always found myself

He dreams that he dreams of you, he thinks that he thinks of you

He suffers that he suffers you, he cries that he cries to you, just for you

Say what I have to do, so that you believe, that with your love, I was sincere

If the madness that your love causes me were not true

If the torture that I am living for you was not immense

Who would believe me if when looking for me I always found myself

He dreams that he dreams of you, he thinks that he thinks of you

He suffers that he suffers you, he cries that he cries to you, just for you