Hierba Mala Yo se que tu castigo es verme Que te mueres de ravia, cuando me ves llegar Que estoy en tu existencia, como le hierba mala Que se va prodigando, sin poderse arancar Yo se que tu castigo es verme Que el corer de los deas, te va enceniado odiar Y desgaciadamente, yo soy hace motivo Yo que con to carinio, e formado un altar Yo dar�a gota, gota, la sangre de mis venas Por lograr de sus ojos, mi presencia borra Pero, gue quiero que haga, si eres en mi vida El unico refugio, que me pueda abrigar | Bad Weed I know that your punishment is to see me That you die of anger, when you see me arrive That I'm in your existence, like a bad weed That keeps on florishing, with it being hard to remove I know that your punishment is to see me That the span of days, is showing you how to hate And disgracefully, I am that motivation And I, with your affection, have formed an alter I'd give drop after drop, the blood from my veins To be able to, from your eyse, my presence erase But what do you want me to do, if you are in my life The only refuge, that can shelter me |
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