Clouds sweep the Argentina skies
As I take another glass of the...

Tears flow and awash my face
for I feel this disgrace...

Fight and fight say the words to
cut like a knife...

Take your aim, make it hit the target
Of your past or present as you suggest...

Each and every day I am away
My heart beats to the rhythmic song...

In the sweet summer breeze
I feel your touch to mesmerise...

I have given great thought to
to what you have brought...

Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...

You enrich my soul
Overflow my heart...

Why did you leave me
No longer to fill this empty space...