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I wasn't there that day you were born
You never found out but I was sad
I wasn't with you when you took the first step
You don't know how much I dream of having you in my arms
Stories and lies created distances
I know I have missed part of your childhood
No one cares about the lost time
Only the news they did with you
Why don't they say your name when they go to talk about you?
They always say the outsider, that's the other one, a slip-up
If there are so many beautiful things they can say
He has my hands and my character
He's very naughty , a little restless, but he is an angel
He has a family and he has a father,
who gives his life to see him healthy and healthy
No matter how much they tell, no matter how much they talk
Why don't they say your name when they are going to talk about you?
They always say the outsider, that's the other one, a mistake
If there are so many beautiful things they can say
He has my hands and my character
He is very naughty, a little restless, but he is an angel
He has a family and he has a father who gives his life to see him healthy and healthy
No matter how much they count, no matter how much talk
When you are together there is no difference
They are the reflection of tenderness, of innocence
They have a family, they have a father, who gives his life to see them together and healthy
For but they count, no matter how much they talk
They can change his last name if they wanted, but he has my blood
but he has my blood
but he has my blood