Condenado a Quererte (en inglés)

Condenado a Quererte
Okay ... Behind bars I'm paying my sentence
I know ... there's nothing I cure this pain
There but the guard hit the grate,
Because I'm doomed to love
Sentenced worship, condemned aah love
They spend the days, months, years
And here I am thinking about your lips ...
How I miss you.
Because I'm doomed to love
Sentenced worship, condemned aah love
Spend their days and I did not have you.
If my tears could dissolve such Tues rotes
That today your life away from me
And just feel the lash, Haay grieve for this man
Grieve for this man ....
Because I'm doomed to love
Sentenced worship, condemned aah love
They spend the days, months, years
And here I am thinking about your lips ...
How I miss you.
Because I'm doomed to love
Sentenced worship, condemned aah love
Spend their days and I did not have you.