Piensa En Mi / Culpables / Tanto La Quería

Instead of thinking about him
Instead of living crying over him

Instead of thinking about him
Instead of living crying over him

Think of me, cry for me
Call me, don't, don't talk to him
Think of me, cry for me
Call me, don't, don't talk to him
To him, don't cry for him

Remember that a long time ago
I loved you, I loved you, I loved you
And I want to make you very, very happy

And let's take the first plane
With destination to happiness
Happiness for me is you

Think of me, cry for me
Call me, don't, don't talk to him
Think of me, cry for me
Call me, don't, don't talk to him
To him, don't cry for him

Forgive me
I don't know what happened to you
That I don't see you like before
Your hands already made me cold
I had no way to warm up

I'm sorry for just telling you
I didn't want to hurt you
I confess that in the middle of your neglect
I have met many people

You know I'm not one for friends
But you were so absent, so distant
I'm sorry for just telling you
I didn't want to hurt you

I know how it happened
That distance we had
Slowly was killing us
If the guilty ones here are both of us
Yes, but not her

Because you are so beautiful
And at the same time so difficult
Because life goes on and on
And I want you by my side

If you treated me like a dirty
And abandoned toy
If you don't understand that loving
Is more than just kissing

I envy everyone
Who has found love
That mine is not going from flower to flower
That I'm tired of that

I just wanted to adorn the night
With your dark face
And tell you that there are hearts
That don't run from the storm

Sometimes I look at her and cry and cry
Thinking that it could have been but wasn't in the end
Seeing the clouds cover the stars
Stars that only want to look at you

Because you are the cradle that rocks without anything
Because you are the rain that won't wet
Without you, I saw evenings of stories
Stories that I never wanted to see end

I wanted her so much, so much that I
That I would die for her, God knows that well
And she is the queen of my inspiration
For whom I suffer, the muse of my love

And I wanted her so much