The first love
The love that I feel for you
Is like the hate, that runs in me by tv
The blood that run here
Drops like water in current
My tremble body
and now nothing import
but, yes you
Moments of blood
Dead by torment
My remorse in have loved someone that nor deserved
How I was poor and naive
Today I am free
Because, I have you
and my living is great
Live to not died
the first love