Idioma Origen:
I play the song, it was our own
Your photograph´s by my side
I know I can´t forget you
So I don´t even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
You´re sorry but you love him
And you´ve both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it´s the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it´s the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart
Idioma Destino:
I play the song, it was our own
Your photograph´s by my side
I know I can´t forget you
So I don´t even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
You´re sorry but you love him
And you´ve both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it´s the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it´s the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it´s the story that is breaking my heart