To the First Person by Alexander Sanz
To the first person who helps me to include/understand
I think to give my time, I think to give to him my faith to him,
I do not request that the things come out to me always well,
but he is that I already am very of perderte without wanting (to want).
To the first person who helps me to leave
of this hell in which i myself decid?ivir
him gift any late pá both,
what I say is that right now no longer I have not even d?e to be.
The gold pá that wants it but if we spoke of yesterday:
it is as much what I have drunk and I continue being thirsty,
at least t?o sab, at least not you DEC?
that the things were not like parec.
But it is that to the first person who helps me to feel again
I think to give my life, I think to give to him my faith to him,
although if you are not the person who so?a for qu?br>(.qu?oy to do? nothing).
Qu?oy to do of sue?
qu?oy to do with those kisses?
qu?uedo to make what so?os yet?
it tell me d?e we put it.
D?e I keep the glance that you gave me sometimes?
d?e I keep the promises, d?e I keep yesterday?
d?e I keep, nor? your way to touch to me?
d?e I keep my faith?
Although I say to it to people I do not want it to listen,
there is no m?miedo that the one that feels when no longer you feel nothing,
nor? t?o you see f?l so, ay love!
but he is that whatever m?sencillo t?o you see, m?dif?l is done to me.
To the first person who helps me to walk
I think to give my time, I think to give to him to him until the sea,
I do not say that he is f?l, but, nor?
right now no longer I have not even d?e to be.
To the first person whom it does not love to me to judge
I think to give ten?guardadas caresses to him that I,
I do not request that the things come out to me always well
but he is that I already am very of perderte.
And to the first person who takes me to the truth
I think to give my time, I do not want to him to wait for m?
I do not understand to you when you speak qu?ala luck to me!
and t?ices that the life has strong things as?e.
I can tell c you? it is a flame on the inside,
I can decirte cu?o is that its fire weighs,
and he is that to love in solitude he is like a well bottomless
where God does not exist nor, where truths do not exist.
He is everything so relative, because we are aqu?
we do not know, but, love, dame blood pá to live,
at least t?o sab, at least not you DEC?
that the things were not like parec.
And it is that to the first person whom it does not love to me to judge
I think to give ten?guardadas caresses to him that I,
nor? t?o you see f?l so, ay love!
but he is that whatever m?sencillo t?o you see, m?dif?l is done to me.
To the first person whom it does not love to me to judge
I think to give ten?guardadas caresses to him that I,
I do not say that he is f?l, but, nor?
right now no longer I have not even d?e to be.
not even d?e to be.