Todo Pasa.

In the gray city, bars and coffees,you have to forget, baby, don't prune. He was a writer, hegave it to him of, he was an abusive of your good faith.And I just I thought to think,me that was here,, where you arehow, how are you?Sexy overol in the restaurant,but he doesn't wait for you,he doesn't wait for you, and you don't forget. And you see, that this sadness cannot be; that something better he has to have something for where to leave to walk.Give him, pains don't cry.Served your love goes.If he comes and he enters for that door; oh, I die. ghost or not, your in him and him in your. And crazy shine in the tray their black eyes are,but already coarse, we know that it finished. Everything happens.