To thee I am to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías to turn on, To you that you play to 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 to you but is wasting 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 mother I am saying.
To you you lack the courage 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 these 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 with pride and you stop playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you no one else is that he understands I am saying.
To you that you lack the courage to 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 these thinking with 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 syndrome incurable quererte 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