To I am talking to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías light to on, To you that you to earn when you know well that I lost everything, To I am talking to you but you little amount, what I am saying.
To I am talking to you but is wasting time, To you as you step away from the and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth because the has always been a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you mother 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 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 thee I am to you as deaf and resigned, To you who with your pride and you stop playing with resentment cheap, To you you like to go apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am to you because 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 Channel cover the 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 anything, and I left at least syndrome incurable quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
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