"AGONIZANDO EN SU SOLEDAD".

"VANITY AND PRIDE FOR".
 
.- Often pride;
you take it all as a joke,
no roses without their cocoons ...
You end up living in a coma.  

Among fragrances and flavors, 
living in solitude,  
like a white dove...  
Just choose your friendship.

Love is glass;
now you've discovered it,
you need the other half ...
And you're in trouble.

When the stronger the wind,  
the passion gives her joy,  
you resguardas your feelings ...  
And die in agony. 

And the days go by;
no matter if you are driving,
he told you he loved you ...
And cortasteis its waste.

In the shadows of the night; 
with the brightness moon,   
the stars; a large brooch...  
We arouses bitterness. 

You had bad luck;  
the crying in your bed,  
his face burned ... 
For tears shed your. 

Face on the pillow; 
without the joy of the flesh, 
we recognize too late ... 
Now you have nothing. 

I you imagine in your window;  
sniffing the breeze,  
waiting in the morning...  
You remember his touch. 

His kisses with greed;  
with hugs really, 
with your pride and greed... 
It broke like glass. 

You wanted your friendship;  
and arrojasteis a beautiful love,  
summarize your loneliness...  
And you heart bleeds. 

Knew the passion; 
and you lost many things,  
as you know it is treason... 
Killing a rose red. 

"Guti". "The ballads".