To I am talking to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me light to turn on, To you you play to earn when you know well that I lost everything, To thee I am talking to you but you little amount, I am saying.
To I am talking to you but is wasting time, To you as you step away the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the because the truth has always been a lie, To I am talking to you but you forgive mother 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 with their feet, To you I am left alone 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 with your pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you no one else is he understands what I am saying.
To you that you the courage to fight for you, To you you consuelas 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 when 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 anything, and I left at least This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you lack the courage to 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