To thee I am talking to you, you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías to turn on, To you that you play to earn when you well that I lost everything, To thee I am talking to you but you little amount, I am saying.
To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you step away from the rigour and cry, If ever I said was the truth because the truth has been a lie, To thee I am to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
To you that you 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 disregard these with their feet, To you I am alone 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 I am speaking to you because no one else is that he understands 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 with feet, To you I am alone even 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 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