joys and sorrows of Love
See how it makes me
skin when you remember ... For the throat
me up a river of fresh blood, wound
it crosses from side to side
my body.
I have nails in his hands, and knives
fingers,
and to my temple, a crown made of black pins
.
See how it makes me
skin, every time I think I'm a man
home ...
And yet, I love you!
Between your house and my house
is a wall of silence;
of nettles and prickly pears,
lime, sand, wind, honeysuckle
and dark glasses in ambush.
A wall that it can never jump
the people who walks
prowling the key to keeping our secret.
And I well know you want me,
and you know I love you,
and we know the two,
and no one can know ...
Ay, grief, pain, pain
of our love in silence!
Oh, what joy, joy
love you as I do!
When the night alone,
I get your memory,
bring down the wall that separates our dream.
my hands would break your gate irons provided me
at your side,
torment of my torments, and I would be kissing
to take away your breath.
And then ...
What gives me stay in your arms, dead! ...
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Our love is dying,
mourning, anguish, crying, fear,
death, sorrow, blood, life,
moon, pink, sun and wind.
is dying with every step
and live, then
with a sword tip always
roof slope.
I leave my house to the field
just your thoughts, alone
for fondling fabric
the handkerchief that fell on a Sunday you
when the people were coming,
and have not told you never,
my life that I have it;
and squeezed between my hands
the same as a lemon again and look
your initials,
and silently repeat
so that neither the field
know what I'm wanting ...
Yesterday, at the Plaza Nueva,
- life, non-
do it again I saw you kiss my child, my child
, the smallest, and how you kiss
,
Ay, Virgen de los Remedios!
that
was the first time that you gave me a kiss.
came running into my house I raised my child
soil
and no one was looking,
like a thief in ambush,
poppy on his face
bit my lips your kiss.
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Look, no matter what happens, but it sinks
the sky,
even if your name and mine
trample him on the floor,
and although the land is open ...
Even when I know the people and put our flag
of love to the four winds,
Follow me wanting so
torment of my torment!
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you as I!
See how it makes me
skin when you remember ... For the throat
me up a river of fresh blood, wound
it crosses from side to side
my body.
I have nails in his hands, and knives
fingers,
and to my temple, a crown made of black pins
.
See how it makes me
skin, every time I think I'm a man
home ...
And yet, I love you!
Between your house and my house
is a wall of silence;
of nettles and prickly pears,
lime, sand, wind, honeysuckle
and dark glasses in ambush.
A wall that it can never jump
the people who walks
prowling the key to keeping our secret.
And I well know you want me,
and you know I love you,
and we know the two,
and no one can know ...
Ay, grief, pain, pain
of our love in silence!
Oh, what joy, joy
love you as I do!
When the night alone,
I get your memory,
bring down the wall that separates our dream.
my hands would break your gate irons provided me
at your side,
torment of my torments, and I would be kissing
to take away your breath.
And then ...
What gives me stay in your arms, dead! ...
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Our love is dying,
mourning, anguish, crying, fear,
death, sorrow, blood, life,
moon, pink, sun and wind.
is dying with every step
and live, then
with a sword tip always
roof slope.
I leave my house to the field
just your thoughts, alone
for fondling fabric
the handkerchief that fell on a Sunday you
when the people were coming,
and have not told you never,
my life that I have it;
and squeezed between my hands
the same as a lemon again and look
your initials,
and silently repeat
so that neither the field
know what I'm wanting ...
Yesterday, at the Plaza Nueva,
- life, non-
do it again I saw you kiss my child, my child
, the smallest, and how you kiss
,
Ay, Virgen de los Remedios!
that
was the first time that you gave me a kiss.
came running into my house I raised my child
soil
and no one was looking,
like a thief in ambush,
poppy on his face
bit my lips your kiss.
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you like I love you!
Look, no matter what happens, but it sinks
the sky,
even if your name and mine
trample him on the floor,
and although the land is open ...
Even when I know the people and put our flag
of love to the four winds,
Follow me wanting so
torment of my torment!
Oh, what joy and what a shame
love you as I!
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