To I am talking to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you me darías light to turn on, To you that you to earn when you know well that I lost everything, To thee I am to you but you little amount, what I am saying.
To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you forgive what I am saying.
To you that you the courage to fight for you, To you you with Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking with feet, To you I am left even when you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To I am speaking to you as deaf and resigned, To you who sleep with your pride and you stop your resentment cheap, To you you to go martyr apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is that he understands I am saying.
To you that you lack the to fight for you, To you you consuelas with Channel cover the of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking their feet, To you I am left alone even when you in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you and you do not anything, and I left at least syndrome incurable quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you lack the courage to for you, To you you consuelas with cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not have anything,