Fria Rutina

After me, I want to know what will happen
If I leave this place free
If this is not free because I want it
You have turned into a cold routine, I'm sorry your love.

I want to see you again
And forget about the past
I will melt that ice
That routine has formed

And you, you, you what do you plan to do
If you can love me
More than you have loved me.
And you, you, you what do you plan to do
I ask myself the same question
After me, what will you do.