Llorando Me Dormí
Ismael Rivera
Crying Myself to Sleep
The other night, when I passed by your house
Knowing that you were there
You refused to answer
It was already late, I thought you were asleep
But jealousy was killing me and I started to wonder
Who is withering the flower of her mouth
Who is squeezing her white smoothness
Who is owning her crazy soul
Who is stripping me of her tenderness
That night I realized I loved her
Because jealousy was killing me and I left crying
That night, with my mind battling, I went home crying
And crying myself to sleep
Who is withering the flower of her mouth
Who is squeezing her white smoothness
Who is owning her crazy soul
Who is stripping me of her tenderness
That night I realized I loved her
Because jealousy was killing me and I left crying
That night, with my mind battling, I went home crying
And crying myself to sleep
And crying myself to sleep
Beautiful little thing and crying myself to sleep
Delicious little thing and crying myself to sleep
Hey baby and crying myself to sleep
