I complained about you with you, my dear, I wrote the pain of my heart, the night became dawn, I was still writing the story of my heart from all the moments, my destiny , I was writing,
I was writing you on the leaves of the flowers, I was writing you on the waves of the sea , I was writing you with these breaths, I was writing you with these breaths, on my sad and lonely heart,
you tore up my letters, you took me from You displaced your city , then I never told you where he went, you never asked anyone why he left, I left and you never mentioned my name again, you gave your heart to another love without me, without you, I was a stranger to the world, whatever I was, I was a crazy lover
then I sit with anyone without me, I wish you not to pick a flower of happiness so that you do not see happiness, you do not see happiness,
I complained to you with you I wrote the pain of my heart in the night of dawn , I was still writing the story of my heart from all the moments, my destiny , I was writing
after I sat with everyone without me, I wish you would not pick a flower of happiness so that you would not see happiness, you would not see happiness on happiness, I
complained to you, my dear heartache I wrote the pain of my heart became the night of dawn, I still wrote the story of my heart from all the moments, I was writing, I was writing, I was writing
