I must confess that sometimes, I do not like your form to be,
soon you you disappear to me and I do not understand very well so that?
You do not say anything romantic when the dusk arrives,
you put yourself of a strange humor with each Full Moon to the month.
But all the others close gain good that it give me,
single tenerte to him, I feel that I return to begin.
I want to you with lemon and salt, I want such to you
and as these cambiarte does not make lack nothing.
I want to you if you come or if you go, if you raise
and not these losses if safe of which you feel.