Disparame, dispara (en ingles)


It goes off me, goes off

The television disconnect
The butterfly, without the light fell
It also happens with me
He is one of my limits
For any thing I fall
E calafrios I feel each time more
But you always it said, always you

I said you I see
I feel the perfume of the city
Where it close me in solitude
This is another one of my limits
Quand pens in you, I feel that
Calafrios gives to me again
I was dull, I know
I know…
I know…

He does not think more about me
He aims me and he goes off,
Its heart I left, love
It goes off me, goes off
It does not think more about me
It does not wait nothing of me
Its heart, I left, love
It goes off me, it goes off, here, here

I know who well I am
Exactly that “Freud” has not read
It is my way to think
E that I cannot surpass,
Therefore I only am here,
E you it thousand of kilometers

That ei with who will sleep now not there, now there

It does not think more about me
It aims me and it goes off,
Its heart I left, love
It goes off me, goes off
It does not think more about me
It does not wait nothing of me
Its heart, I left, love
It goes off me, it goes off, here, here

It goes off here… goes off ehhhh

It does not think more about me
It aims me and it goes off,
Its heart I left, love
It goes off me, goes off
It does not think more about me
It does not wait nothing of me
Its heart, I left, love
It goes off me, it goes off, here, here

Love, goes off here.