No quiero hablar de Pableras... #1

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... porque Teté se pone triste.





Pero estaba volteando esto...

I never really had a problem because of leaving,
But everything reminds me of her this evening.

So if I seem a little out of it, sorry.
But why should I lie?
Everything reminds me of her.

The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple,
And I got to hear the same sermon all the time now from you people.

Why are you staring into outer space, crying?
Just because you came across it, and lost it...




Everything reminds me of her...
Everything reminds me of her...
Everything reminds me of her...

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Yo también me pongo triste.