Mírame (en inglés)

Mírame
Mìrame, I beams and lack
The gaze of women
Tòcame, and I am afraid that
Of missing and not see more love
I want you to feel and saciarme
When you receive news mì
Entenderàs that I was the perdì that because,
If you thought that you loved
Was false was nothing

Everything was for pleasure
I will not towards and why
Then, the pain is killing me
It is running with me
Bèsame my mouth and shakes
Burns from time to wait for you
Entièndeme and perdòname
Loneliness was my adueño
Also sadness mocks mì
Then, until my pillow takes your breath
And pierces my feelings
When you receive news mì
Entenderàs that I was the perdì that because,
The pain is killing me
It is running with me
Mìrame, I beams and lack
Tù you know me muero por besarte and abrazarte
In our language of love
Mùrame, please, I beams and lack
Understands only want an instant
Must be able to talk and tell all
Mìrame, I beams and lack
I want my soul and undressing
For you knowing about my feelings
What I feel for you
(Porfi, with the poetry of piano tell you that I want)
Back to mì please, I lack beams
Not hurt my heart because I theft calm
Come back soon mìa that life without you I despair
I need you next to me, I love you, I love you bebè
Back to mì please, because I lack beams
Not hurt mì heart because I theft calm
I want to always be with you, because I lack beams
I need your love, because I theft calm
Ay love love love love love love
An opportunity, because I needed you,
Always cry as a child
Because because I theft calm
(This is the force ..... teenager)