Mujer

How many women to half love
How much fidelity without sinning
How many lies with their truth
How many not feeling a yes
What little sincerity
How much do we have left to live
How many believe they are Tarzan
How many yes Empress
How many want to teach you
Without seeing further than their nose
How much flattery must be given
To rise up next to you
How many knew how to give
How many exist without receiving
How many fragile souls
Being an antonym of living
First I will give thanks to heaven
For making the mystery of life
That of a woman and to the false macho nobody and liar who tells me
Of what sex he was born
Don't think my word is the gospel
I was never a master in the art of love
But how lucky that in the world of the blind, touch and instinct are passion
What a shame that in the world of fools, greed and illusion are confused
How much is love worth
How many promise in Latin
How many clever high schoolers
How many failures on Valentine's Day
How many Romeos with stories
Without arguments out of nowhere
How many tales with little princes
Who adapted their religion
Today I applied a phrase that
Made me reflect and
It is that love is hardly love for those who do not know how to forgive
Seeing how things are going and
Seeing what is going to happen
My lyrics were lawful and to the mistreatment of a woman
First I will give thanks to heaven
For making the mystery of life
Be the woman and to the false macho
Nobody and liar, and tell me what sex he was born
Don't think my word is the gospel
Because I was never a master in the art of love, but how lucky that in the world of the blind, touch and instinct are passion
What a shame that in the world of fools
Greed and illusion are confused