How beautiful is love, or so they say, when speaking of love verdadero.Yo talk about something else, I mean your words are like knives going through my thin body.
are certainly worse, those smiles of complicity, which I do on the least expected moment, to say nothing of your eyes, that say it all, but do not tell me nada.Nada, that's the problem, do not tell me nothing.
completely in your hands lay my life, my dreams, my dreams, my recuerdos.Añorando day and night I spent in your arms. "How much you wanted, it is true, sometimes he loved me too"
You got very easy, and you know it. You know I die for you, I die for what happened, and I will not die without it happen again.
Yes sir, how beautiful is love.
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