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 when you well that I have everything, To thee I am to you but you little amount, what I am saying.
To I am talking to you but is wasting time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If I said was the truth because the truth 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 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 these thinking with 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 your pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go martyr apportioning that are yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one is he understands what I am saying.
To you that you lack the 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 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 left at 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 Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not have anything,