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septiembre 21, 2014

Ya llegó la Primavera

Well, I could say everything’s alright and I could pretend and say goodbye. Got your ticket, got your suitcase, got your leaving smile. I could say that’s the way it goes and I could pretend and you won’t know that I was lying. Because I can’t stop loving you. No, I can’t stop loving you. No, I won’t stop loving you. Why should I? We took a taxi to the station, not a word was said. And I saw you walk across the row, may be the last time, I don’t know. 



I'll always be here by your side. 
I never wanted to say goodbye. 
I'm always here if you change your mind.
Because I can't stop loving you.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.