En un papel. Que de una cesta he recogido. Pongo éstas letras. Dedicadas a mí madre. . Como estoy preso. No tengo pluma ni lápiz. Por eso escribo. Con la tinta de mí sangre.
I found a flower,. Hidden deep beneath the sea,. Where the blinding dark consumes you,. And it gets so hard to breathe,. I got the message,. Sent it straight into the sun,.
Day after day, he wakes under the shadow of his loneliness.. Trapped in the cycle that became his prison last. One step out home, and suddenly life comes in.
Well I guess it's ok if you want to come over. I guess its ok, what damage can be done?. . It's just two lonely souls getting together. Just two people with no hidden agendas at all.
I hear the call, hands go over ears. I see the signs, cover my eyes. Contemporaries winding down. Not I. . Time for carousel, my day is done. Time for resistance, time to run.
Teardrops running down my face. But they are not, they are not just mine. You are close, I pull you in closer.. I breathe the air that flows through your long hair.
Oh Ethan Bitch. (Hold up) (Hold up, please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me Spook.). Shut up Bitch. Bah, Bah, Bah nigga.. Yah. Turn it up now Bitch..
[Intro]. You don't care about me or you don't care about us. I don't care about us or you. So we're done? You're gonna let everything go, we're done?.
Hey (3x). . There's no snow falling, there's no snow falling anywhere. Everyone keeps dreaming, love must be in the air. The only thing that's shining bright,.
If you take it from me, then maybe you'll see. That you wouldn't be looking over your shoulder. If you stay for one more night. Stay for one more night.
Um cantinho e um violão. Este amor, uma canção. Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama. . Muita calma pra pensar. E ter tempo pra sonhar. . Da janela vê-se o Corcovado.
Donna ni donna ni toki wo kakenukete mo koko de sugoshita hi wa kawaranai. Kyou mo kitto atarashii deai ga umare kurikaesu kisetsu. . Hitotsu dake mune no oku ni kimi dake no iro wo sagasou.
(Chorus). Christmas is Christmas wherever you are. The season will find you no matter how far. The spirit of love is down deep in your heart. And Christmas is Christmas wherever you are.
Yeah, this is the truth. Common Sense, wit Tony Touch. It's the type of music we be. From Chicago to New York. I ain't move, I'm just movin' crowds baby.
It's white outside, it snows. But you have to know. I'm cold inside and blue, 'cos Christmas don't feel right. Christmas just ain't Christmas, without you....