El perdedor (english)

* * The Loser * *

There is a saying,
It is not known what it is,
Until it is lost.

We mourn VI,
Vivistes the monotonia,
You talk and listen,
But it was understood you.

And I treasure that theft of duende,
And now I know it was worth.
That is not clog defects
Pretestos with,
And instead feel resentment.

We see and tell you what I detest and hate,
To take what was mine,
Although I was guilty.
That today I consider an enemy,
Regretting the loss,
In the battle for your love.
Recarcale who do not sleep at night,
Imaginandote that sex,
Devours tea with passion.

I lack courage to admitirle,
That your side was a chiquillo,
Sumbria and surpass.
Add that today I am revealing,
Embidiose and egoista,
Impulsive unchecked.

Believing that I was the only,
Your amarias that stupid.
So with the prize,
I and the loser.

What we get,
And not thought that import,
And you empesaba to conquer,
Convirtiendote my enemy.

And I treasure that theft of duende,
And now I know it was worth.
That is not clog defects
Pretestos with,
And instead feel resentment.

We see and tell you what I detest and hate,
To take what was mine,
Although I was guilty.
That today I consider an enemy,
Regretting the loss,
In the battle for your love.
Recarcale who do not sleep at night,
Imaginandote that sex,
Devours tea with passion.

Ma lack madures for admitirle,
That your side was a chiquillo,
Sumbria and surpass.
Add that today I am revealing,
Embidiose and egoista,
Impulsive unchecked.

Believing that I was the only,
Your amarias that stupid.
So with the prize,
I and the loser.

This is bananas,
Who else
Aventura.