Llego al gimnasio y pido un pres, me siento. Preparo el ejercicio del mes, mirar pa' dentro. No me ausento, saco mis huevos, me presento. Míster mitad corazón mitad talento.
I am part of the whole. The flag on your pole. I'm the wheels of your car. The points on your star. The crust of your roll. . I'm the blade of your skate.
This here's a story about paper makin'. And this little class that I've been takin'. We make paper but not out of trees. We use old rags and dungerees.
If I could only paddle like a doggie oughta paddle. I would paddle my way to you. No river too wide or lake too deep. I'd splash on forward any date to keep.
Il est branché à des machines. Cloué dans son lit à l'hosto. Il dit à sa mère de faire confiance à la médecine. Mais dans son cœur il appelle au secours.
[Refrain: Lefa]. Prvenez les haineux, prvenez prvenez les haineux (yeah!). Prvenez les haineux, prvenez prvenez les haineux (quoi?). Prvenez les haineux, prvenez prvenez les haineux (ah!).
Paname allons danser juste avant d'aller pioncer. J'ai pensé puis repensé que c'était plus censé de te distancer. Paname allons danser avant d'aller pioncer.
It's late at night. I'm on my way through the park. It's the only way home. I hear a noise in the dark. Someone is watching me. (Baby I'm a spy and you won't see me).
I wake up to beat the sun from her glory. I'm only one cigarette away from mobility. It's always punch in punch out. Go to work and go back home. . There's only one chance left.
Play me like a player piano. Roll me from the corners. Of your dark and dusty shadows. Like a player piano I sit useless. Most of the time. . The bar gets darker.
Yeah, the roads are right tonite. They are twisting. And my mouth is dry. Like cool air inside. . Maybe I worry. Do things in a hurry. And follow the dust.
Im going back to Virginia. If its not too late to make my break. Maybe Carolina. Near the company of grace. . If I find New Orleans. You know my will just fades.
Pipe Set. (Arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey). . Father John Angus Rankin (Jerry Holland). The Laird of Drumblair (J. Scott Skinner). D Reel/Humors of Cork (traditional).
Today hasn't been the greatest day. Want to crawl back into bed. And sleep the day away. . You came over and dragged me out the door. Now the choir's singing, the preacher's preaching.
Threw a coin down. The wishing well. Without knowing what I was hoping for. I guess we all need a chance to be. The kids we been running from. . How far will we go.
Yo te propongo amarnos. por dios, que no. quin habla de casarnos. . Para pasar buenos ratos. por dios, que no. no hace falta contratos. . Te vea o no.
Perdname. si pido ms de lo que puedo dar. si grito cuando yo debo callar. si huyo cuando t me necesitas ms. . Perdname. cuando te digo que no te quiero ya.
Dime de qu te quejas, vida ma. si tus deseos son como rdenes para mi. Dime de qu te quejas y desconfas. si vivo por un suspiro que venga de ti. . Un desafi de celos son tus miradas.
Un tropezn. nos hizo caer en la misma piedra. y al abrazarla as nos fue.. . Camos rodando. frenando el golpe con besos. y entre deseo y dolor. hicimos nuestro su cuerpo..
Colgado de un barranco. duerme mi pueblo blanco,. bajo un cielo que a fuerza. de no ver nunca el mar,. se olvid de llorar.. . Por sus callejas de polvo y piedra.