Is enough already
And wrath, of my side
I saw it, next to
Comprendi, that habia lost.
Their eyes shouted to him that it loved it
Like long ago that does not do with me
It watches to me today with pain because it knows
That the master crazy like yesterday
Memory that moon in its quarter
And the wind caressing to him the face
When eramos happy for being together
And now other dreams separate to us.
CHOIR:
It will cry, perhaps if perhaps not if you do not cry your
Escribire, perhaps if perhaps not if you write to me your
Mienteme, does not concern creere to me what you say your
It will forget, I have not seen with if it oaths you your.
You do not see that I am crying like a boy
As a pauper I request your affection
I do not have dignity nor I have pride
Because I love you much but that that.
Like a same God
I am requesting to you
Your you are my life
You do not leave to me.
CHOIR:
It will cry, perhaps if perhaps not if you do not cry your
Escribire, perhaps if perhaps not if you write to me your
Mienteme, does not concern creere to me what you say your
It will forget, I have not seen with if it oaths you your.
You do not see that I am crying like a boy
As a pauper I request your affection
I do not have dignity nor I have pride
Because I love you much but that that.
(2X)
(Perhaps if Perhaps noo, Perhaps if Perhaps noo,
Perhaps if Perhaps noo, Perhaps if Perhaps noo).