To thee I am talking to you, which you do not hear,
To you that what you spare me darías light to turn on,
To you that you play to earn when you know well that
I have lost everything,
To thee I am talking to you but you little amount, what I am saying.

To thee I am talking to you but is wasting time,
To you as you step away from the rigour and melancholy cry,
If ever I said was the truth because the truth has always been a lie,
To thee I am talking to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.

To you that you lack the courage to fight for you,
To you you consuelas with Channel cover the traces of my kisses,
To you and you do not have anything,
To you and you do not have anything, anything.

To you who disregard these thinking with their feet,
To you I am left alone even when you were in my company,
To you and you do not have anything,
To you and you do not have anything, anything.

To thee I am speaking to you as deaf and resigned,
To you who sleep with your pride and you stop playing
with your resentment cheap,
To you you like to go martyr apportioning blame
that are just yours,
To thee I am speaking to you because no one else
is that he understands what I am saying.

To you that you lack the courage to fight for you,
To you you consuelas with Channel cover the traces of my kisses,
To you and you do not have anything,
To you and you do not have anything, anything.

To you who disregard these thinking with their feet,
To you I am left alone even when you were in my company,
To you and you do not have anything,
To you and you do not have anything, anything.

To you and you do not have anything, and I left at least
This syndrome incurable quererte of both.
To you and you do not have anything.

To you that you lack the courage to fight for you,
To you you consuelas with Channel cover the traces of my kisses,
To you and you do not have anything,
To you and you do not have anything, anything

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