In the passage of the days you even ask
I think a little, absence of the Castaway
Wait for your spring to winter
And derramare my tears on the shores of a Lake
Your do gone so far to tireless,
So close things always go too far,
And not return perhaps sooner or later,
And if someone day will already be old.
I will learn in life that is necessary,
Know the insabido is not something vulgar,
I will die of distress as the fish out of the Aquarium,
And derramare my tears to the shore of a sea.
So your not knowing that someone maybe heriste,
Do your vida loca on the steps of the moment
Forgetting someone for you will be sad,