Tomorrow it will be late if you come to look for me.
It(He,She) looks in your mailbox, I left a message.
Not everything is lost, meet me, you well know the way.
At these hours, in which almost they they all cheat his(her,your) lovers, almost always I find a good moment to murder myself.
And between(among) death and death I look at the window, with the vain hope to see that the world consumes between(among) flames.
You probably while look for a lost schedule or sing a song to sleep to a child.
You while you look in lost papers(roles) for the letter of a song that I have written to you.
eres todo el limite de la belleza ya no existe mas muchos besos soy tu hincha
baby quiciera conocerte mucho mas .......porque no compartes tu msm con migo y yo mi msm con tigo que dices.........dacd-23-17-sep-1989-6@hotmail.com