I don't know if you really read these letters
I write you to ask you for something
That for me is life or death
Don't think that I exaggerate, it's the truth
And I'm writing you from Santiago
There's a girl that won't leave my mind
That's what you're so eloquent for
You can already imagine where I'm going
To tell her that I die here for her
In a way a little more poetic
That this thing called romanticism
Doesn't come easily to me
Give me something so pretty
That pulls a thousand sighs from her
Tell her that I love her and nothing else
I don't know if it'll be enough
I thought you were a good guy
To tell her that I die here for her
But in a way a little more poetic
That this thing called romanticism
Doesn't come easily to me
Give me something so pretty
Something that nobody has ever told her
Tell her that I love her and nothing else
I don't know if it'll be enough
I hope that it doesn't bother you
That I copied your story here
I don't know where you got that
And nothing could be farther from the truth
Metaphors are just w*nks of the intellect
If you ask me what to tell your girl
Just tell her that you die for her
No better way occurs to me
That this thing called romanticism
When it comes to feelings
There's nothing like being direct
Tell her that you love her and nothing else