She slips and tramples me

And, although sometimes I do not care,

I know that the day he loses again suffer

For her, which appears and hides,

Who leaves and who stays,

That is question and answer

That's my dark star.

She scours the soul and the entangled me

Go with me but do not know where it goes

My opponent, my partner, who is so in my life

And, in turn, is so out, I know you get lost

And again find

But with another face and another name and another body

But she remains, which again leads me,

I never answer if, turning the wheel ...

She becomes cold and becomes eternal

A sigh in the storm, which many times his voice broke

People going and coming and it's always

I lied and he refuses, I forget, and reminds me

But if my mouth is wrong

But if my mouth is wrong

And by calling it names another

Sometimes you feel sorry for this crazy, blind and mad heart

Whatever you want God to be

My crime is to ignore the stupidity that some people have no heart

And it goes on fire, burning and will burn me

And what if she?

She scours the soul and the entangled me

Go with me ... I say

My opponent, my partner, that's it

But I have trouble when another goodbye is so close

And lose again, and again ask

While you and no response

And if that which moves away ...

The I'm losing ...

And what if that was it, and, ¿si fuera ella?

... sometimes feel sorry for this crazy, blind and mad heart

Was it? Who tells me if she was?

And if life is a wheel and rotates and nobody knows when to jump

And look ... And what if she? And what if she?

And what if she?