To love more because It's always a mistake
And to whom you give everything abuses what you feel
You always end up cursing who you love the most
With guitar and wine the wound of love hurts more
That's me for having loved you
A bad bohemian who doesn't accept who loses you today
And In spit of the charade that you put out In the front
I can't get you out of my heart and my mind
For This love
That was buried In my heart
By God that I'm sining
But with good people
The bad streak Is with
Since I learned how to love
For this love
That was buried In my heart
With what face I presume
If the people realize
That survived with the alms
Of the love that according to you, you have me
There's shorty who loves her, daughter
For this love
That was buried In my heart
By God that I'm sinning
But with good people
The bad streak Is with me
Since I learned how to love you
For this love
That was buried In my heart
With what face I presume
If the people realize
That I survive with the alms
Of the love that according to you, you have me