To thee I am talking to you, you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías light to on, To you that you play to earn when you well that I have everything, To thee I am talking to you but you amount, what I am saying.
To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you step away the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I was the truth because 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 lack the courage to 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 thinking with 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 thee I am to you as deaf and resigned, To you who sleep your pride and you stop playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you no one else is that he what I am saying.
To you you lack the courage to fight 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 anything, anything.
To you who these thinking with their feet, To you I am left alone even you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you and you do not have anything, and I left at This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you lack the to fight for you, To you you consuelas with Channel the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything