To thee I am to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías light to on, To you that you play to earn when you know well I lost everything, To thee I am to you but you little amount, what I am saying.
To thee I am to you but is wasting time, To you as you step from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the because the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
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 anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking their 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 pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go martyr apportioning are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one is that he understands I am saying.
To you you lack 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 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 have anything, and I at least This incurable quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
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 have anything,