Cada día dame tu abrigo-
Y no esta un regalo mejor que tu toque.
Ay, mi amor, cuando he estado contigo;
Ahora estas mi roque.

Y no esta un regalo mejor que tu toque.
Un día con mi amor sentía como muchos.
Ahora estas mi roque-
Nunca, no puedo dejar.

Un día con mi amor sentía como muchos.
La luna a mi sol.
Nunca, no puedo dejar;
Alrededor mi, tu vas.

La luna a mi sol.
Illuminas los noches más oscuros.
Alrededor mi, tu vas-
Y siempre lo estas.

Illuminas los noches más oscuros.
Ay, mi amor, cuando he estado contigo-
Y siempre lo estas.
Cada día dame tu abrigo.

Pero cuando estamos juntos,
Nada es malo. Todas las
Estrellas alinean y tengo
La habilidad a ser en mi estado.
No debo tratar, solo ser lo que soy.

Oh, I had never created a piece of art
I was simply an invisionary that-
Made things how I saw fit.

Oh, and those bright eyes of mine-
My eyes were more forgiving than kind.
And isn't that what they always like.

Oh, the city, a year ago I visit-
Was the mark of a new beginning.
Missing things, go back just for the feeling.

Oh, to doing things for myself,-
Not what everyone else is wanting.
To the city with shorter hair-
And now my ***** are the only things flying.

Oh, to give what I can-
That is the recipe for
A philanthropist man.

Oh, short hair flowing in the wind-
And my finger on the cloud gate.
And my forgiving eyes are ready to forgive again.-
A toast to a new beginning.

If I am a tired dancer you make me
Want to dance again. This tired
Old waltz you ought not dance trice.
But I dare to dance it again. Just
for you, my love. Oh, how we move with
Such ease. So east to not get our
Legs intertwined if we do not wish
Them so.

And I am just the person that
Goes to sleep watching the titanic sink.
Oh, I find it so relaxing!
Oh, I am just the sadist- getting
Off on your misery!
Just as evil as you say dear- smiling
At your very tears.

And now I tighten the tie you tied
Around your neck for me.
The last time you tied it you told me
How your father taught you to tie a
Tie, but you could only ever tie it onto
Yourself first.
And how that- my dear- was the
Second best thing he ever did for you.
His death was the first.
“Oh my dearest father loved this song” you
Said- but was he anything dear to you?
And now I sit in the corner- repeating
To myself- did I do something wrong?