Toca para mi (ingles)

Toca para mi (ingles) As every afternoon it is in the park to play their old and tired instrument. In the same seated bank a blanket in the floor to their side willing to give the good side and although he/she already retaliates to less he/she only gives me a ballad for a look. Of their years of experience a thousand anecdotes count me I fake to believe this way it I like to see him happy counting adventures and believing to be a violin. He/she plays for me, I want to hear you I want to be part of your madness we will put our score souls. He/she plays for me, I want to hear you and that the last tucorazón beat be a rose that springs from the last note. There are people that laughs when doing him with their pajarita to see him their pants already gnawed and some flowers that he/she has caught adorning a shirt that it has sewn very quickly. The crazy mestro plays with a crazy sweetness and he/she settles a dove in their rubber shoes nobody laughs, nobody speaks, those that made fun of you. He/she goes leaning back and he/she speaks, of the hard thing that it is the chart I have already stopped to fake, I don't want to see him suffer counting adventures and believing to be a violin. He/she plays for me, I want to hear you I want to be part of your madness we will put our score souls. He/she plays for me, I want to hear you and that the last beat of your heart be a rose that springs from the last note. He/she plays for me, I want to hear you I want to be part of your madness we will put our score souls. He/she plays for me. He/she plays for me.