Ángel (en inglés)

Ángel
I do not want to see things like you
I do not want to ever see well
Your returning you to be the father of boy
I come back to be your angel

I never wear well
I always see you ill
And I like Follies
Many hours you looked
Many hours you waited
To get the same thing
I lost many hours
How things regalé
To hear the same thing
I do not want to be where you are
I do not want to talk to you ever
Your returning you to be a shadow in the city
And I will remain your Angel
Whenever you laugh I
You did I mourn
And I do not care like fools
Many hours you looked
We waited for many hours and you waited deep in the evening
And I thought and waited to see things as I thought
And it was, fell asleep
Until everything is finished
Many hours you looked
Many hours
How things