Cicle Part VI (Air)
I'm sorry for those bottles of wine
They made me sick but there were you
Taking punches for me, i travel far,
But you still came to this place of mine
You took care of me
You watched me sick
You were the air i breathed
I'm sorry for those silly fights
I'm sorry for those losing flights
Love is no losing game
In exception for my looser fame
You took care of me
You brushed my hair
And was the air i breathed
Ciclo Parte VI (Aire)
Perdón por esas botellas de vino
Me enfermaron pero estabas tú
Recibiendo golpes por mí, viajo lejos,
Pero aún así viniste a este lugar mío
Cuidaste de mí
Me viste enfermo
Fuiste el aire que respiraba
Perdón por esas peleas tontas
Perdón por esos vuelos perdidos
El amor no es un juego de perder
Excepto por mi fama de perdedor
Cuidaste de mí
Me cepillaste el cabello
Y fuiste el aire que respiraba