Me declaro un romantico impedernido

Cada manana me despierto sonando con cupido

Solo sueno con robarte un beso en algun lugar escobdido

Todavia me excitan los amores prohibidos

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I miss my mother though she has always been here

Perhaps, its because she never calls me dear

Something vague she is always trying to hide behind her pain

If only she would embrace me, there will be so much to gain

It might sound rude and rare

But, deep down inside, I think she is scare

There is no bigger fear than the fear of rejection

And, that is why some many people don’t give their affection

There are some people that everywhere they look, they only see trouble

But, its harm for me to live in that bubble

There are som truths that no lie can hide

The best part of you remain inside

Without water not one can drown

Except, of course for a foolish clown

Hate is strong but love abound

No knocked out boxer want another round

When I’m gone, no one will cry

Because I won’t tell then I had died

I miss my mother and that is all

And, I wrote this poem ’cause I have balls

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Who am I to procure your love?

Knowing you were born to be as free as dove

Who am I to love the way you walk?

When I know that you don’t belong to my flock

Who am I to hold your hand?

Knowing that your thoughts bare his brand

Who am I to take a chance and confess my desire for romance?

Knowing you liked him at first glance and accepted his invitation to the dance

Who am I to be your man?

If I don’t figure on you plan

Who am I to be so blue just because I love you without clue?

And, though you’ll never be mine, I cannot stop loving you

Who am I to strip the petals of your flower?

When I know I never had you not ever for an hour

Who am I to be so happy?

Even though my love life is so crappy

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El ultimo recuerdo de tu boca lo borre con una copa de vino

Es por culpa de tu amor maldito que soy un borracho sin destino

El ultimo sabor de tu boca lo ahogue con una copa de vino

Me cambiaste por un hombre con dinero porque te gusta todo lo fino

Pero tu eres quien perdes porque yo te ofreci un amor divino

Cualquiera puede comprar tu alma con el dinero cochino

Maldigo mil veces la hora que te enconte en mi camino

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I’m just a man with his guitar walking through the world without rest

I trust God but I never learned how to pray

My grandmother taught me that whoever wants yucca has to plant

And, whoever wants a salary has to work

If you sowed nothing, you have nothing to reap

You do not win by waiting

The one who asks the most is the one who likes to give the least

But, the good sower, always has good fruits to reap

The wise man knows that life is not only enjoyment

The most beautiful thing is to edify

I’m just a man with his guitar walking through the world without rest

I’m just a man with his guitar who never learned how to pray

Because the Guaragoas say “That the pilots also pray to go bombing”

I’m just a man with his guitar who likes to walk

I’m just a man with his guitar who never learned how to dance

I’m just a man with his guitar that he likes to sing along with his couplets

I’m just a man with his guitar and I have nothing to aspire to

I’m just a man with his guitar and that’s how I’m going to retire

© Copyright by Miguel Serrat