My vida,mine recounts
He/she only made sense when I met you,
Their eyes, his/her face,
They take haul me of what thought,

If the times, I hide, in you,
I am not of the for disguising,
I need to say, you make a lot of necessary,
No the how to explain,

Because without you, that I was able to understands,
That no and easy to live without having you,
My heart, tells me that no,
I don't get to live without you.