There are loves that disappear with the years.
there are loves that his flame is still alive.
the uncertain, which are pink and are thorn.
and there are loves of the good, like you.
there are loves that are sown and bloom.
there are loves that end in drought.
those that bring disappointments in life.
and there are loves of the good, like you.
my love, my good love, my delirium.
do not expect me to forget you like that, no more.
that your love was sea when thirsty.
I came to your port to rest.
that your love, love, only that one day
in your chest, my life, it gave me happiness.
There are loves that lead us to the abyss.
there are loves that we never forget.
those who give all tenderness and fantasy.
they are loves of the good, like you.
My love, my good love, my delirium.
do not pretend that my punishment is little,
that your love was daylight
when everything was darkness.
that your love, love only the one day
in your chest, my life, gave me happiness
in your chest, my life, it gave me happiness.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)