To I am talking to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you me darías light to turn on, To you that you play to earn when you know well 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 step away from the rigour and cry, If ever I was the truth because the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am to you but you forgive mother 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 these thinking with feet, To you I am left alone even 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 and you stop playing with resentment cheap, To you you to go martyr apportioning blame 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 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 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 you and you do not have anything, and I at least This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you the courage 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 have anything,