I have lost identity of so much believing in you.
Waiting for a señal for pervivir.
Always I have been your unconditionally, I you asked for nothing.
Not more, not more.
When we do the love, I think that everything is nice.
More later you say good-bye and I get lost in your disdain.
Your silence does me badly, only you leave confusion.
Not more, not more.
If it(he,she) is that you cannot submit, I cannot continue to the shore of a desperate love.
If it(he,she) is that I cannot make to you happy, I cannot continue to the shore of this desperate love.
I have lived to your mercy and to the sigh of your voice.
I practise(teach) so much faith, almost as religion.
I have remained without breath, already do not be who I am.
Not more, not more.
If it(he,she) is that you cannot submit, I cannot continue to the shore of a desperate love.
If it(he,she) is that I cannot make to you happy, I cannot continue to the shore of this desperate love.
Only open your heart me and say the truth to me, without fear, without fear.
I need to listen to you what you feel today for me, without fear, without fear.
If it(he,she) is that you cannot submit, I cannot continue to the shore of a desperate love.
If it(he,she) is that I cannot make to you happy, I cannot continue to the shore of this desperate love.
To the shore of a desperate love.
If it(he,she) is that I cannot make to you happy, I cannot continue to the shore of this desperate love.