Tres Minutos

You are the ink of my verses, my song
Feeling the disdain of your arms, you make me sigh
Deep inside you, desires and illusions are lost
That one day you left in my hands and now I see it fly.

And give me three minutes please
One to listen to your sweet voice
Another to empty this pain
That kills me

And give me three minutes please
One to listen to your sweet voice
Another to empty this pain
Wishing you well, my heart.

Deep inside you, desires and illusions are lost
That one day you left in my hands and now I see it fly.

And give me three minutes please
One to listen to your sweet voice
Another to empty this pain
That kills me

And give me three minutes please
One to listen to your sweet voice
Another to empty this pain
With the third one, I say goodbye