I know that my love Is imperfect
But if it to leave, I go to show to it how much also
I have defect is not pra to brag me
But river of the one whom
I make I had to cry I
I thus know the evil that I made
Already is made
But I asked for pardon to it,
for being and the heart that
I have in the chest does not want to believe
Already nor is more here
Nor in any place goes if even so my world without me
There... What of he has made a mistake
in so being thus made a mistake?
Already I go leaving, does not need to push...
Therefore my bigger defect is to insist
That it is perfect, That is pure cruelty to ask
for pra it to change
Nor light, nor mirror,
Nor eyes pra to enxergar
Acho that I am somebody
That never goes to move
There even so goes if my world without me...
What of it has made a mistake
in so being thus made a mistake?
Already I go leaving, does not need to push...
Therefore my bigger defect is to insist
That it is perfect, That is pure cruelty
to ask for pra it to move .