I don't know how many times we have talked
And I will continue to be a bit tired
Of having to repeat
And to find ways for you to understand
With out listening to the reprimand
That this happened because of you
Without a doubt you don't assure me for one moment
That there doesn't exist a reason for you to get angry like this
You say that she has never had anything sufficient
That she is hardly independent, that you don't let her live
But later you drown yourself in glasses of water
You don't understand it
She wants you to write your song for her
That you listen to her, that you pay attention to her
That you invite her to reach your heart
She doesn't ask for a lot, idiot
She doesn't ask for a lot, idiot
Nor do you want to want, nor do you want her to want you
She is never first
Talk to her with clarity
With a just soul on top of the table
Avoiding the promises that you never keep
It's the story of whom never is sorry
Because they are always convinced that they can't change
It's the account of a blind person and the lie that is a thousand times repeated, it becomes the truth
For later to drown yourself in your glass of water
You don't understand it
She wants you to write your song for her
That you listen to her, that you pay attention to her
That you invite her to reach your heart
She doesn't ask for a lot, idiot