I go to take my things
and it does not want to moor
me In the foot of this chair
Go to fall in my veins
The good nights I go to lead
and what he sobrou of the fair
and I do not want, and I do not want,
and I do not want
To hear to say to it:
Love, I do not want that you he goes
Either what he will be that you wants to make
I have taken me together
I do not go to give,
I do not go to give
I do not want this affliction
For not wanting, for not wanting .