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(Gilberto Parra) For a love I can't sleep and I live full of passion I have a love That left forever in my life a bitter pain Poor me This life would be better if it would end It's not for me. Poor me (Ay, my heart... Poor me (don't suffer any more... How much my suffering in my breast That throbs so alone for you. For a love I have cried little drops of blood from my heart, You have left me with a wounded soul Without compassion... From Letras Mania