El Poeta en inglés

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El Poeta

I was born to love you
I would give you what you want
My heart, my whole life
Your calls I'm going to indulge
hey, hey

If I Scallops
By thinking you Wherever
Do not Stop at the ideas I
I wrote so much and so many kisses
that up eh lost count
and I

sunk into a Sonnet no end
there are so many rhymes which not choose
I cling to a crisis I write unchecked
on both sides of the paper, is that by you

For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish
and bring you up here

For you I have become a poet
I have already filled a thousand leaves
A closet full pages
I write when I see and that makes me happy

Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy

It makes me happy to have you
And I imagine that next to you until death
Whenever I look out my sale is to see you
I want the next morning brings luck
To become the master of your heart
Stop being actually happened as illusion
A feeling, lack of reason
The combination of love attraction
Your I like you, like me deny
I'm not afraid, just have to prove
I am looking for an opportunity to express
From what I see I'll love you for a long time

For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish and bring you to my

For you I have become a poet
I have already filled a thousand leaves
A closet full pages
I write when I see and that makes me happy

if you saw me comparing a hill
with the flow of your hips
your smile and finds it spring
if you saw me writing poems
wherever passing sleepless nights

if you saw me comparing each flower
with the smell of your hair
I will ask the moon
if you saw me writing poems
wherever passing sleepless nights

For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish and bring you to my

For you I have become a poet
I have already filled a thousand leaves
A closet full pages
I write when I see and that makes me happy

Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy

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