True, sometimes I tried to be the best,
I was younger than I am now;
I dreamed glory like everyone else,
but that dream only keeps loneliness,
I went like a bird flying towards the sun,
lost heaven, like all our love.
But sometimes I was the best,
between your woman's arms, in love.
I think that I have left you little courage,
certain friends and a story of pain,
some poem that I wrote away from you,
I was never close to you or me
I've always flown out of life, actually
I think I barely gave you happiness.
But sometimes I was the best
between your woman's arms, in love.
But sometimes I was the best
next to your woman body, in love.
In a way everything happens, you see,
we recover the memories, nothing more,
the spike, the sweet new aroma of the harvest,
the absurd dream of thinking that I will return ??
More how much damage is usually recovered,
There are certain birds that no longer fly.
But sometimes I was the best
between your woman's arms, in love.
But sometimes I was the best
next to your woman body, in love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)