Late un corazon...
dejalo latir...
Miente mi soñar...
dejame mentir.
Late un corazon
porque he de verte nuevamente;
miente mi soñar porque regresas lentamente.
Late un corazon...
me parece verte
regresar con el adios.

Y al volver, gritaras tu horror...
El ayer, el dolor, la nostalgia...
Pero al fin, bajaras la voz
y ataras tu ansiedad de distancias.
Y sabras porque late un corazon
al decir: que feliz...
Y un compas, y un compas de amor,
unira para siempre el adios.

Ya veras, amor,
que feliz seras...
Oyes el compas?
Es el corazon...
Ya veras que dulces son las horas del regreso,
ya veras que dulces los reproches y los besos.
Ya veras, amor...
que felices horas
al compas del corazon.

A heart throbs...
let it throb...
My dream lies...
let me lie.
A heart throbs
because I will see you again;
my dream lies because you return slowly.
A heart throbs...
I seem to see you
returning with a good bye.

And when returning, you'll shout your horror...
The past, the pain, the nostalgia...
But at the end, your voice will soften
you'll tie your anxiety of distances.
And you'll know why a heart throbs
saying: how happy...
And a beat, and a beat of love,
will unite forever the good bye.

You'll see, love,
how happy you'll be...
Do you hear the beat?
It is the heart...
You'll see how sweet are the hours of the return,
you'll see how sweet are the reflections and kisses
You'll see, love
how happy are the hours
to the beat of the heart.