Carta de Amor

Dear woman (colon)
Don't make me suffer (comma)
Today I decide to write you sincere love letters
You see it
Your affection is a hole
That pierces my love
And without your kisses on my vest
Nothing covers my skin
(period and new line)

As you see, I only think of you
I'm not interested in Perestroika
Or basketball or Larry Bird
And a fixed-term suffering
I carry in my chest, woman

Love me again, fill yourself with me
My life is only with you
Mamacita, hey

Dear woman (colon)
Don't make me suffer (comma)
It's the second letter I write
And I receive nothing from you
I no longer care if there is light in the neighborhood
Or if inflation will increase
I only live to take refuge
Naked in your heart
(period and new line)

Swear to me, that's what I want, you see
Take that love insurance policy if I die
And at least talk to me on the phone
Some comfort of love

Love me again, fill yourself with me
My life is only with you
Mamacita, hey

[Improv.]

Love me again
Don't make me suffer
Love me again
My sky, my home
My love of a hole
I gave you everything

Love me again
Beloved mommy
Don't make me suffer
Remember the past
Love me again
I write you a thousand letters
The mailman looks for them
And you haven't given me anything

Love me again
No, no, if your dreams woke up, look
Don't make me suffer
With my passion
Love me again
Wrapped in a branch all of affection
And a little bit of love is what I ask of you

Love me again
No, no, no, no
Don't make me suffer
Without you I surrender
Love me again
And in the pocket of my vest, look
I have nothing left, I gave you everything, yeah!

Love me again
Beloved mommy
Don't make me suffer
My golden dream
Love me again
Remember to collect the insurance, I'm dying
You haven't given me anything

Love me again
Not even Perestroika
Don't make me suffer
Not even a game of ball
Love me again
I only live measuring the path
To kiss your mouth

Love me again
I write and write to you
Again
And I receive nothing
Again
The ink of my pen runs out
And I love you more

Love me again
Love without chains
Again
They released Mandela
Again
That in the pocket of my vest, look
I have nothing left, I gave you everything, yeah!

Hey!

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