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 you know well that I have everything, To I am talking 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 from the 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 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.
To you who these thinking 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 I am speaking to you as deaf and resigned, To you who sleep with pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go martyr apportioning are just yours, To I am speaking to you because no one else is that he understands 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 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 have anything, and I left at This syndrome quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you lack the courage to 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 have anything,