Puro, puro bemol, no anestesia el alcohol Me encandila el farol que alumbra en mi dirección Lamentable misión, enigma sin solución soy aquel perdedor con cara sin expresión...
Lamentable | José Madero
ooh God, good Lord
the pain then, the seasons of lamentations, that seemed to never have an end. the tragic distances of people from me. Was it all to mean that You alone was worthy of my trust ?
ooh God, good Lord
it was it was it was .
Now,with this modest relief and fleeting felicity ooh God it was you that deserved my trust all along.