Las horas mas lindas las paso contigo si. No quiero ni pensar que un día me faltes tu. No quiero ni pensarlo amor, tu. Me acostumbraste a ser como un niño.
Pretty tough, pretty tough. . If I was so innocent, would I be your prisoner?. If I was so innocent, would I be your prisoner?. If I was so in, if I was so in.
Simples maillons, on est c'que la vie veut qu'nous soyons. Nous sommes des bêtes de somme, maîtres ou esclaves, en somme. Simples lettres, petites ou grosses sommes.
So what if they're talking. Making up the excuses for the abuses they perform on you. And as I live your child will be born with his brain on top it's tiny head.
Sometime I feel so happy. Sometime I feel so sad. Sometime I feel so happy but mostly just make me ma d. Baby you just make me mad. Lay the arms, you pale blue eyes.
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.
Put on your old gray bonnet with the blue ribbons on it. And we'll hitch all dovin' to the shade. Through those fields of clover. We'll go down to Dover on our golden wedding day.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Little children, born to chaos, sojourn by the stars appear,. Though your fears wrap all around you, love has come and peace is here.. . Men to men, in violent rapture,.
Long night. Last call. Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall. Breathe in deep and I swear to god I'll die. If I go home alone tonight.. . I raise my head slow hoping to find.
Playin' every honky tonk in town;. Singin' every song I know to the new family I've found.. So if you're lookin' for me, start makin' your rounds,. Because I'm playin' every honky tonk in town..
A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon". Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams. All around a pug-nosed dream.
Por que si dicen que el amor es lo mejor que. Existe, a mí siempre me ha hecho sufrir, mi. Alma se resiste. Y ser herido otra vez no creo que. Lo aguante a veces pienso que es mejor no tener.
Hey what's the matter with the style I wear. 'Cause I never thought I'd end up here. And you wear a face that holds a selfish smile. . But it's not enough to care.
Pensando en ti... recordándote. Descubro cada amanecer. Sintiéndote mas y mas en mi. Espero al sol mas de una vez. . Y sucede que este tiempo sin amar.
A small boy, bucket in hand. Building castles in the sand. Thinking of his life that lies ahead. An engine driver, sailor, why not a king. Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said.
Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días. me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel. a veces había suerte why si tenía pasta salía..
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky. With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by. A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I. When we're alone..
Como fruta madura. Y arrancada de los árboles. Como perlas lacrimales. Te adoré de esta manera. . Dormiré cuando me muera. Al vaivén y a la cadencia de.