I'm sorry if I ask how you are, but they have told me that they have seen you alone, crying in the streets at high hours. Oh, how crazy, crazy, crazy. They say that your child has left you, that there is no consolation for so much crying, that only a friend is by your side. Don't cry anymore, my girl, girl, girl. They are of loves, loves that kill, loves that laugh, loves that cry, loves that bitter. They are of loves, loves that deceive, loves that overwhelm, loves that play, loves that lack. Stop crying and think that one day a child will give you all a fantasy, that and much more, because you are not crazy, crazy, crazy. Stop crying and dry those tears of glass, that time will surely rescue all that fantasy, fantasy. They say that you no longer put on that clothes that favored you and made you so cute, and that those illusions that you had before were swallowed by the moon, moon, moon. You think you are the shadow of your own shadow, you think you are the rain that sparks and overwhelms. Think that you are worth more than this story and do not see yourself alone, alone, alone. And in your heart there is no heat or cold, it is like a pain or a cold escalation. And even your own soul believes that it is your enemy and that it lives with you. They are of loves, loves that kill, loves that laugh, loves that cry, loves that bitter. They are of loves, loves that deceive, loves that overwhelm, loves that play, loves that lack. Stop crying and think that one day a child will give you all a fantasy, that and much more, because you are not crazy, crazy, crazy. Stop crying and dry those tears of glass, that time will surely rescue all that fantasy, fantasy. Stop crying and think that one day a child will give you all a fantasy, that and much more, because you are not crazy, crazy, crazy. Stop crying and dry those tears of glass, that time will surely rescue all that fantasy, fantasy. Stop crying and think that one day a child will give you all a fantasy, that and much more, because you are not crazy, crazy, crazy. Stop crying and dry those tears of glass, that time will surely rescue all that fantasy, fantasy.