El cristal. . Olas y olas que vienen del mar. Olas y olas que vuelven al mar. . Olas y olas me llaman del mar. Olas y olas me llaman al mar. Me llaman, me llaman.
Sigue llegando la gente sola. Creyendo que alguien los va a salvar. Su fe intacta, su vida en bolas. Que con un rezo les va a alcanzar. . Ahi viene Judas, vestido de pastor.
On the East Coast she's living. Like a Queen by a throne. And when I drive there. I drive to all the places she goes. The boys on the island. The men at the docks.
Early Riser. It's a big old city. With a city life. Banged my head against the wall. So many times. Five dollars for the hopeful. Ten for my thief. Twenty two for little Peggy Sue.
She comes riding early in the morning,. About four to seven.. No one's ever out at that hour.. With eyes that see her. Touch the morning flowers secretly..
She comes riding early in the morning,. About four to seven.. No one's ever out at that hour.. With eyes that see her. Touch the morning flowers secretly..
Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day,. The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.. And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song.
There's a war on Nature. and we can all choose what to do. So if you feel like I feel, the Love of the Earth. then... you could be an Earth Warrior too;.
Turn it inside out so I can see-uh. The part of you that's drifting over me-uh. And when I wake you're--you're never there. And when I sleep you're--you're everywhere.
Oh draw near each young lover,. Give ear to my story. That bears my sad, mournful tale.. Come join me in chorus. And lend me your pity,. While I my misfortune bewail..
Hoy es el utimo intento. Hoy acepté que perdí. . Que hago con todos los sueños. Que imagine junto a ti. Ya casi están tus maletas. Se muy bien que esta vez no regresas.
Go on home British Soldiers Go on home. Have you got no fucking homes of your own. For 800 years we've fought you without fear. And we will fight you for 800 more.
Well, to all my friends. That treated me so well. You know I'm headed out. To that mission bell. . Gonna wash my soul. Gonna get it clean. Headed down the border road.
Hello. It's good to see you coming back again. It's been a long time. Since I sat with you, my friend. . I'll lend an ear. It's not that so severe. Time has killed the pain.
En mi pago hay un arbol. Que del olvido se llama. Donde van a consolarse. Vidalita. Los moribundos del alma. . Para no pensar en vos. En el árbol del olvido.
Every time I dream I keep seeing streets and alleyways. Places that I've never known. Every time I dream I am being lifted to a height that I too frightened to go.