Angel of mine; desídete.
can be between heaven and hell
between life and death
Between love and hate.
But poor soul like mine,
The spirit of a poor mortal
's always sad but smile
Why do I have forbidden
The poderme love.
The karma of those we love
is never to be happy
for me because I have Anamora
Al angel that fell to me.
I erase your kisses
I forget you
I want you by my side
Do not swerve here.
being lied a rose
moon That you cry
Because the wind whispers
The love he professes.
Ágel mine Where am I?
Between heaven and hell?
Between life and death?
Or Beyond love?
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