Me nacen del alma
Suspiros
Que roban mi calma
Y miro
Tu viejo retrato
Amigo,
Hagamos un trato
Tu pretendes
Que yo no existo
Y yo pretendo
Que te olvido...
Suspiro.
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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