Why are you so beautiful and at the same time so difficult? That life goes on and on and I want to see you If you treated me like a dirty and abandoned toy If you don't understand that loving is something more than kissing I envy everyone who has found love That my thing is not to go from flower to flower, I'm tired of that I just wanted to adorn the nights with your dark face And tell you that there are hearts that run away from the storm Sometimes I look at her and I cry and I cry, thinking that I could and it was not the end Seeing the clouds is for the stars, stars that only want to look at you Because you are the cradle that makes me nothing, because you are the rain that does not make me wet Without you I would see afternoons of stories, stories that I never wanted to see end I loved her so much, so much that I With her I died, God knows that well She is the queen of my inspiration With whom I suffer, the muse of my love I look in the memory and I can't find my past The bells and more bells that my soul has heard You know well that to the last border I would have taken you I would have taken you, I would have taken you You know well that to the last border I would have taken you That the paths of life must be taken with two hands Sometimes I look at her and I cry and I cry, thinking that I could and it was not the end Seeing the clouds is for the stars, stars that only want to look at you Because you are the cradle that makes me nothing, because you are the rain that does not make me wet Without you I would see afternoons of stories, stories that I never wanted to see end I loved her so much, so much that I With her I died, God knows that well She is the queen of my inspiration With whom I suffer, the muse of my love I loved her so much, so much that I With her I died, God knows that well She is the queen of my inspiration With whom I suffer, the muse of my love I loved her so much, so much that I With her I died, God knows that well She is the queen, queen of my queen For whom I suffer