There is nothing that inspires me more, than the sound,
of my guitar, and nothing that hurts more, than watching,
my little girl with tears, they saw how beautiful it is to look smile,
who else, love in life, pain that now makes me cry,
It's because my love has opened a wound for me,
And I am located in reality, I stop being a girl,
to think, by itself ..........
And although, it hurts me, how beautiful to watch her grow,
tell me what you think, I have it, understand ...
And even though, it hurts me, I'm no longer, its total world,
now choose, who loves, she knows how to love, and value .......
(spoken) God, he brought you into my life, and he gave me a mission,
take care of you when you were a girl, feed yourself when you asked for food,
and he let me know, that you were not my property,
that you were simply my responsibility,
It made me also that one day, you would think, you would value,
and at the same time that my mistakes would tell me,
but what he never told me, what he never let me know,
is that it hurt me so much, Imagine starting to grow.
And even though, it hurts me, now I am, just your dad,
and how much the old man denies, he says to me in jest,
but that is, the reality, although to me, I do not like it,
and it hurts me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)