Dígale
Brazeros Musical
Tell Her
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Tell her I want to see her
Tell her to forgive me
And that's just how we men are
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Please don’t deny her to me
And if she doesn’t want to see me
Let her tell me to my face
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her, ma'am, that I’ve been crying
And that this pain is tearing me apart
Thinking of her keeps me up at night
This makes twenty songs I’ve written for her
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Please don’t deny her to me
And if she doesn’t want to see me
Let her tell me to my face
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her, ma'am, that I’ve been crying
And that this pain is tearing me apart
Thinking of her keeps me up at night
This makes twenty songs I’ve written for her
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her to listen to the voice of her soul
And to ask herself if she still loves me
And if she honestly feels nothing anymore
I swear I won’t bother her again.
