I dreamed that I was losing it, it's true where you are chiquitica
Where are you, I went with the gypsy, to ask her where she got
no, no, I do not want to pretend, I feel like dying save me,
look for it in your crystal ball or give me some sensory track,
or tell me the spell to find it.
Gypsy account please, where do I look for my heart
my palms tell you the reason, or tell of my pain
And I know, for poor you despise me there's no reason,
I give you a big heart if you can listen to me,
Oh! my love, give me an opportunity
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, laira
Oh, oh oh, no, no, no, no, I give you sincerity,
I give you happiness, come back now,
you are an impenetrable moon
Maybe the moon is worth me in pieces perhaps death
I stepped on the steps for poor I'm suffering your
Rejections is perhaps a word that I do not intend to live.
Oh, no, no, give it back,
Oh, no, do not give it back my heart ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)