Presente
No Te Va Gustar
Present
I don't understand, it could be luck
Maybe the singer doesn't deserve it
Constant tests of love
Inspires, always feels
Ignites like an inner fire
That's what burns the pain
And keeps me away from death
I look at the past and it's just disorder
I look at the future and I don't know if it's true
I think then I choose the present, that
