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 when you know well that I lost 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 step from the rigour and melancholy cry, If I said was the truth because the truth has always been a lie, To I am talking to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
To you you lack 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 anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking with 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 speaking to you as and resigned, To you who sleep with your pride and you playing with your cheap, To you you like to go apportioning blame that are yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one 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 these thinking with their 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 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 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,