Pobre de Ti
Abel Velazquez
Poor You
The same grand finale
The same story woke up
The same give me time
It's not you, maybe it's me.
Then the open drama
Over the blood of goodbye
Ten days of silence
Mourning for a heart.
The same sobbing
While the clock laughs at me
That I had in my hands
She also slipped away from me.
The end of the third act
And to celebrate the fourth mistake
Again, patience
To help me with the curtain.
Where are you going, heart
With whom will you make a mistake
Where will you drown out the voice
With whom you have to die
For whom will you commit suicide.
Poor you, my heart
She was not your peace either
How to know if the heartbeat
Never ordered to go back.
Poor you
Who have no choice but to endure
Poor me
The one who awaits me
If you don't get up.
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuu
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua
Where are you going, heart
With whom will you make a mistake
Where will you drown out the voice
With whom you have to die
For whom will you commit suicide.
Poor you, my heart
She was not your peace either
How to know if the heartbeat
Never ordered to go back.
Poor you
Who have no choice but to endure
Poor me
The one who awaits me
If you don't get up.
Poor you, my heart
But how were you going to imagine
That there was a third in the battle
And worse yet, that it was going to win.
Poor you, who have already exhausted
The strength to start over
Come back again to the arms
Of our friend.
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuu
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuua baba
Uuuuu
The Loneliness.
