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 to earn 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 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 that you lack the to fight for you, To you you consuelas with Channel the traces 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 alone even 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 to you as deaf and resigned, To you who sleep with your pride and you stop with resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr apportioning are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one is he understands what I am saying.
To you that you the courage to fight 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 these 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 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 have anything,