Letra y Significado de "MY FRIEND ", Alejandro Sanz



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My Friend, I know him, only you live for him, that knows him also, but he does not see you as I, to entreat you to my mouth that say that me confessed among cups that he is with your skin with whom he dreams at night and that drive crazy with each button that unbutton you thinking about his hands. He has not seen
you to tremble, expecting a word, some gesture a hug. He does not see you as I sighing, with the ojitos wide open, to listen me to name him. ! Oh, my friend! I know him and he also. My friend, I do not know what to say, neither what to cause to see you happy. Ojala could send at heart or in the liberty, that is what to does
him him lack, to fill you the pockets of earned wars, of dreams and illusions renewed. I want to give you a poetry; you think that I am giving the news. My friend, ojala some day listening my song, suddenly, understand that never I wanted was to count your history because could turn out to be moving. But, it forgives, my
friend, is not intelligence my wisdom; this is my way to say the things. Is not that be my work, is that is my language. My friend, princess of an infinite story. My friend, only I intend that count with me. My friend, to see if one of these days, at last I learn to speak without having that to give so many detours, that all
this history imports me because you are my friend. My friend, I know him, only you live for him, that knows him also, but he does not see you as I, to entreat you to my mouth that say that me confessed among cups that he is with your skin with whom he dreams at night.. My friend, I do not know what to say, neither what to
cause to see you happy. Ójala could send at heart or in the liberty, that is what to does him him lack, to fill you the pockets of earned wars, of dreams and illusions renewed. I want to give you a poetry; you think that I am giving the news. My friend, princess of an infinite story. My friend, only prentendo that count with
me. My friend, to see if one of these days, at last I learn to speak without having that to give so many detours, that all this history imports me because you are my friend. My friend..


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