Gocho ft. Willy

There is no surgeon who can take out of this heart what
I feel for you,
What I feel for you.
Nor a dictionary that has words to express all
this suffering,
All this suffering.

It's that time is to blame, the distance,
My lifestyle, our ignorance.
Guilty is the time, guilty are all,
Except you and me.

I am a craftsman of expression,
My mission is to turn thoughts into songs.
I have no schedules, I have no rules,
But that's why the commitment is double.
Yes, when there's no time left to share,
We just have to flow,
We must not let ourselves be confused,
By fears, by novels.
You know I'm here for you, my dear.

And I know, my dear,
Neither you nor I realized,
And the distance put us to the test,
But no one is made to endure such a high dose of pressure.
And you were filled with frustration,
So much disappointment,
Thoughts of betrayal,
That I know today are worthless and weigh nothing, like all this pain.

There is no surgeon who can take out of this heart what
I feel for you,
Mama, this is not a joke.
Nor a dictionary that has words to express all
this suffering,
All this suffering.