To be or to seem who you imagine


Not me can do due?a of your life


If you do not watch to me, baby...






Much already I tried to raise the voice


To wake up the empty interest


And I know that perhaps that day


That to you mine does, baby...






And I know that perhaps that day


Never will happen to me...






But you in my dreams always have to be


Like a light that she illuminates to me


And when waking up I want to return it to try






I...






Know more that the heart annoys more fort, than a motor


And although you do not know to anything of me


I will have to you to reach, love.






When I obtained it and I approached you


I was congealed, the nerves killed


I did not say anything, baby to me...






Another day that I was convinced to speak


You with very contented other,


Was not the moment, baby...






How it happened that I am crazy, so enamored...






But you in my dreams always have to be


Like a light that she illuminates to me


And when waking up I want to return it to try






I...






I know more that the heart annoys more fort, than a motor


And although you do not know to anything of me


A day I will have to you to reach, love.






Verte to happen without speaking is a cruel suffering


That disappears suddenly when I think to you


Flying to my side, hung towards a feeling






And they do not concern the days that happen or die ïn ďntento...