| Ouch! My skin, that I would not for you
By having a second, remote from the world
And near me
Ouch! My skin, as the Magdalena River
That melts in the sand of the sea,
I want fundirme in you.
There are love affairs that become resistant to the years
Like wine that improves with time
Grows well what I feel for you.
There are love affairs that are expected to bloom in winter
And on the nights of autumn green
As the love that I feel for you.
Ouch! My skin, do not forget the sea
That night I saw mourn
So many memories of you
Ouch! My skin, do not forget the day
To be stopped in your life,
Of the poor life that I lived
There are love affairs that become resistant to the years
Like wine that improves with age
Grows well what I feel for you
There are loves that seems to be just blooming
And in the evenings of autumn green
As the love that I feel for you
I for you ... you ... like the love that I feel for you |
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