Oh my girl, keep the poetry
I don't ask that all days be sunny
I don't ask that all Fridays be a party
Nor do I ask you to come back begging for forgiveness
If you cry with dry eyes and talking about her
Oh, love, it hurts so much
That you left without saying where
Oh, love, it was torture to lose you
I know that I haven't been a saint
Not only of bread the man lives
And not from excuses I live
Only from mistakes one learns
And today I know that my heart is yours
You better keep everything
That to another dog with that bone and we say goodbye
This is again this is again
This is again this is again no
I can't ask the winter to forgive a rosebush
I can't ask the elms to deliver pears
I can't ask for the eternal a mere mortal
And throwing at the pigs thousands of pearls
Oh, love, it hurts so much
That you don't believe anymore in my promises
Oh, love, it's torture to lose you
I know that I haven't been a saint
Not only of bread the man lives
And not from excuses I live
Only from mistakes one learns
And today I know that my heart is yours
You better keep everything
That to another dog with that bone and we say goodbye
Hey girl look, don't give up
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Leave the Saturday to me that is better
Hey my girl, don't punish me anymore
Because out there without you I have no peace
I'm just a very regretful man
I'm like the bird that returns to its nest
I know that I haven't been a saint
It's that I'm not made of cardboard
Not only of bread the man lives
And not from excuses I live
Only from mistakes one learns
And today I know that my heart is yours
Oh everything that I've done for you
It was torture to lose you
It hurts so much that it's like this
I'm not going to cry today for you