De latir se canso su corazón. de tanto llorar su risa naufrago. de tanto buscar un gran amor. de amarse a ella un día se olvido. . Su camino nunca encontró.
La mañana siguiente, después de la periódica visita del carcelero,. encargado de suministrarles algo de pan mohoso y agua,. se enteraron de la ejecución de una joven toledana de 19 años.
I believe in love that never dies. I believe in eyes that never lie. I believe in souls that sells true smiles. I believe in you if you with me. . I don't believe in an altar, that can save my faith,.
Why would I stop loving you. A hundred years from now?. It's only time. It's only time. . What could stop this beating heart. Once it's made a vow?. It's only time.
Feels like December, but it's May. I've gone as pale as Doris day. The blue sky's torn asunder. By clouds that warn of thunder. Is this what they used to call love?.
It's a crime to fall in love. Heart and mind, and soul in love. It's a crime to fall in love, so hard, so hard. . I shouldn't have bothered, 'cause you're just like all the others.
The moon-blue rays of magical light. Festoon her face this beautiful night. The moon, her only lover. But soon even that will be over. . So they climb high in the violet sky.
Irma waits by the window. Vaguely looking down at her socks. And humming, possibly her. Father will come home with a box. . Of chocolates, possibly. Not father's memory.
Infatuation. With your gyration. That's my fixation, I'm infatuated with you. Infatuated with you [(infatuated with)]. . Thumping to the thumping. Jumping to the pumping.
It was infinitely late at night. The stars are still out there. But they're all out of light. Don't worry about me, I'll be all right. . It's just infinitely late at night.
You were mean to me and broke my heart. Now you've gone away and we're apart. But I've got a special machine to take me where. Things turned out differently and you still care.
Time swings like a wreckin' ball into things. Youth fades as quickly as a hit parade. But as the days go by in the gray world outside. Days grow on colorful trees.
Softly the crystals falling on 17th Street. Do their dance and die and are gone. Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet. Nothing gets done. .
Sing me the kind of song you hear in an operetta. In an operetta. Sing me the words I long to hear out of Violetta. In an operetta. . She will fast be outcast from her castle with nary a friend.
I've run away to join the fairies. This mortal world has lost its charms. I'll be a flower for their garden. Never to hold you in my arms. . They will enchance me and enslave me.
Now the clock is striking one. So we might as well begin it. As there's dancing to be done. And our time is not infinite. . If there's such a thing as love.
I'm tongue-tied and useless. I'm weak-kneed and brainless and then. I mumble some jumble. You kiss me, I'm history. I'm tongue-tied and useless again.
I'd go anywhere with Hugh. Hugh's the kind of boy I take to. Mother of God, if he only knew. I'd go anywhere with Hugh. . I'd do anything for him. Sacre-bleu when the lights are dim.
Long and lonely nights I've waited for you. To put things to right, leaving you to do. Your thing without disturbance from me. Somehow I doubt you'll ever be back.
A single rose in your garden dwells. Like any rose it's not itself. It is my love in your garden grows. But let's pretend it's just a rose. . Well, I'm sorry that I love you.