It tells the story
what stories tell
people tell it and I swear by everything that I do not invent it
Some loves
they end up breaking
and it comes from old that such sadness ends by saying:
You do not see that I lose my life
You do not see that I'm dying
that when he squeezes the loneliness
it's when it drowns the memory
You do not see that being so far away
our dreams wither
between the arms of heartbreak, this fire is extinguishing
It's worth it
jealousy kill you
the wound bleeds and life escapes through a sinkhole
The leaves sing it
the winds whistle
and it comes from before that the sea becomes weeping and the world desert
You do not see that I lose my life
You do not see that I'm dying
that when he squeezes the loneliness
it's when it drowns the memory
You do not see that being so far away
our dreams wither
between the arms of heartbreak, this fire is extinguishing
and although I do not want to die of love
of love I'm dying
... And between lost loves, eternal love arrives
and it always comes that so much sadness goes with time
la ra la la ... that when squeezing loneliness
it's when it drowns the memory
la ra la la ... in the arms of heartbreak
this fire is extinguishing
You do not see that ...
and although I do not want to die of love
of love I'm dying
Only among all we can make this a better place :)