// Instrumental introduction //
Dew:
You have to be alone and you have to be sad,
The widow is left,
Loneliness you need,
Urgent help
In the bridal chamber,
There is no longer a conjugal shadow,
And in the bathroom, the poor mirror,
It does not have the reflection of the usual.
Aaaaaayyy
Aaaaaayyy
If it turns out that widow,
She is a widow,
More love and much care,
It is what you need.
The love that she learned,
In the prologue,
Having who is the one who can,
That the deceased inherit what I leave here.
It is sad to be the widow,
That a husband cries, cries,
By running out of help,
What is missing now, now.
I'm just sighing,
I can not console myself,
And I think with sadness,
That already the head is not going to lift.
Aaaaaayyy
Aaaaaayyy
There is that sad is the emptiness,
What has been left in one, one,
Although I leave mine,
What is a fortune, tuna,
A farm of labor,
Explosives and exterior,
And that's why I'm looking for a man,
Who then appoint my administrator.
Manage me,
What the poor thing left,
Do it so that your emptiness,
Do not feel, me.
I just finished my honeymoon,
And my happiness went with him.
Manage me,
What poor thing I leave,
Do it so that your emptiness,
Do not feel, me.
Enviude and I am without love.
Aaaaaayyy
Aaaaaayyy
Manage me,
What he left me.
Men's choir:
I will administer what the poor thing left,
And I will do it so that your emptiness,
Do not feel, no.
Dew:
I just finished my honeymoon,
And my happiness went with him.
Manage me,
What poor thing I leave,
Do it so that your emptiness,
Do not feel, me.
Only for men:
Widowed and is without love.
Dew:
Aaaaaayyy
Aaaaaayyy
Manage me,
What he left me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)