Sufrimos De Lo Mismo
Mike Bahía
We Suffer From The Same
Pa-ra, pa-ra, pa-ra, ra
Ta-ra, ta-ra, ta-ra, pa-ra, ra
Pa-ra, pa-ra, pa-ra, ra
I don't want to miss you again
I don't want to know that you're leaving
If I've been guilty of something
It's of making you truly happy
I'm on my way to your house to tell you
I want you to know
That I'm crazy from thinking about you
Thinking about you and thinking about you
Come with me, with your suitcases
Don't leave anything, don't come back
From tonight you're only mine
And I'm yours as you used to say
We know that we both suffer from the same
If we need each other since we met
We know that we both suffer from the same
If when we're apart we can't stop writing to each other
Since we met
Since we met
I haven't stopped thinking, night and morning
How am I going to get you out with suitcases
Through the door of your house
Tell me the truth, tell me if you miss me
Tell me if I don't arrive at night and you miss me
I want you to think of me, so you call me
And if I invite you tonight, I want you to come with me
Come with me, with your suitcases
Don't leave anything, don't come back
From tonight you're only mine
And I'm yours as you used to say
We know that we both suffer from the same
If we need each other since we met
We know that we both suffer from the same
If when we're apart we can't stop writing to each other
Since we met
(Yes we know that we both), suffer from the same
(We suffer, we suffer, we suffer from the same)
We know that we both (what, eh, eh-eh)
Suffer from the same
(You know that you and I suffer from the same)
Since we met