The truth is sad, I despair,
I can not talk to you with words of love
I'm not romantic, I'm just talking about small planes,
machine guns, perdition.
I had to get sick to express myself,
to sing this song of love
but if you kiss me something, I cite here
inside, detonate my heart.
your lips have powder, your style
special, when you embrace me I defragment,
by step active a feeling & instantly
an ecplocion inside because you put me
Let's shake.
Forgive me again for the disease
you got the anthrax virus
& the corridos also love you,
You also get sick if you roll up your sleeves
& that makes me love you more.
& when you throw me a look with the power
of conviction, those looks
they are more seperate than the R15 that
They bring the men of macho prieto.
bursts of kisses you have shot me, do not stop them
nor with armored, your nails are sharp, more dangerous,
more gloomy than the knife that brings
the wave
your lips have powder, your style
special, when you embrace me I defragment,
by step active a feeling & instantly
an exploration inside because you put me
Let's shake.
Forgive me again for the disease
you got the anthrax virus
& the corridos also love you,
You also get sick if you roll up your sleeves
& that makes me love you more.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)