One hundred and twenty letters I sent you in three years
And of all of them, three of you answered me
For every forty that I sent you
You wrote me, how bad you paid me
One hundred and twenty shipments of immediate delivery
They give me a total of eighty-five pesos
Everything pa'que in three sheets of three to five
You told me my soul I send you a thousand kisses
Paper kisses
The wind took them
The same, as in your letters
You played me rude with my feelings
For all the saints who say they exist
I swear I'll never have loves away
Because they have told me and I have checked
That love from afar is never even
For many, time erases them passions
To others the wine serves as an ally
But it is enough for me to remember your letters
And in my thought your name is deleted
Paper kisses
The wind took them
The same, as in your letters
You played me rude with my feelings
Only among all we can make this a better place :)