It's time for a song that I wrote for my wife. It's called, Hey, Tresores. Estado, Lima. I'm not going to say it in English. You better than anyone know That I was your man, that there's no one Who can keep what I loved you. You know it's not nice to forget you Without you I'm not the same as before Even though everyone thinks I'm okay. Tres, lima, dos. I have it all, everything, everything Almost everything, everything, everything Because I miss you Because I miss you Ay, I have it all, everything, everything Almost everything, everything, everything Because I miss you Ooh We lived It was long and beautiful We played more than what is not sold What is left is little What you and I lived It was beautiful It was long and beautiful Since another one sleeps in your bed I know who you love It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me People from the area Junta Bolívar I have the wind but not your wings I have kisses that miss your bed And afternoons that lose their color You know that I could never forget you Whomever you are with, I will love you You are the reason of my life I have it all, everything, everything Almost everything, everything, everything Because I miss you I have it all, everything, everything Almost everything, everything, everything Because I miss you Ooh We lived It was long and beautiful It was long and beautiful We played more than what is not sold What is left is little What you and I lived It was beautiful It was long and beautiful Since another one sleeps in your bed I know who you love It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me What you and I lived It was long and beautiful It was long and beautiful Since another one sleeps in your bed I know who you love It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me It's me