Yo quisiera saber dónde está
limando la miel de besos ajenos.
Y al sufrir esta duda mortal,
no quiero pensar,
ni puedo olvidar
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al viceresponsable,
foreign
My mother is alone
Behind the softness of a medium light
And the passion of love in the afternoon
A flower is about to be born To remind me of the happy escape
And in my heart,
with its sweet mention,
I will sing the song of love
To remind me of the happy escape
And in my heart,
with its sweet mention,
I will sing the song of love