To thee I am to you, which you do not hear, To you that what you spare me darías to turn on, To you that you play to earn when you know that I lost everything, To thee I am talking to you but you 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 forgive what 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 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 thee I am to you as deaf and resigned, To you who sleep with your pride and you stop with your cheap, To you you to go martyr apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is that he understands I am saying.
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 anything, anything.
To you who disregard these 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 anything, and I left at least This incurable quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you 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