To I am talking to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me light to turn on, To you that you play to earn when you know that I have everything, To thee I am to you but you little amount, what I am saying.
To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you forgive 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 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 thee I am speaking to you as and resigned, To you who sleep with your and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame that are 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 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 have anything,