Tres Palabras
Oye la confesión, de mi secreto
Nace de un corazóon, que está desierto
Con tres palabras, te diré todas mis cosas
Cosas del corazón, que son preciosas
Dame tus manos ven toma las mías
Que te voy a confiar las ansias mías
Son tres palabraas
Solamente, mis angustías
Y esas palabras soon
Como me gustas
Son tres palabraas
Solamente, mis angustías
Y esas palabras soon
Como me gustas
Three Words
Listen to the confession, of my secret
Born from a heart, that is deserted
With three words, I will tell you all my things
Things of the heart, that are precious
Give me your hands come take mine
I will entrust you with my longings
They are three words
Only, my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you
They are three words
Only, my anxieties
And those words are
How I like you
Escrita por: Oswaldo Farres