strange heterogeneous

ask me if I'm happy that you have returned to my
and I do not know, if indeed it is so so
the truth is that I feel lost with
that's the truth dear friend.
He is a stranger to me
and maybe that's what I love,
because it is heterogeneous and not boring.
but sometimes being with the turns rather cloudy.
I'm crazy, I'm crazy
when I look.
We attract these bad
these horses taken in the field.
I do not know if I'm happy
it has become my
if it's not obsession or love
but I know he is a stranger to me.
Flowers can be very beautiful
but sometimes trimmers
losing you as I love
in my lyrics I love you
and I'm cleaning everything a body suffering from pain.