Me apodan el sinverguenza. porque lla ve como es uno. pero es que la muerte llega. y no respeta a ninguno. por eso yo vivo en fiestas. lla muerto de que presumo.
Vivo feliz en el mundo. me gusta ser parandero. soy de puro sinaloa. pero cruzo al extranjero. me gusta gozar la vida. no sufro por el dinero. . esta noche se me antoja.
Que me castigue Dios. Pero contigo. Yo te deseo tanto. Cuando vas a estar conmigo. Mi corazon te quiere. Why pregunta en sus latidos. Me dice que por que.
Feels like spiders crawling on my skin. Maybe I'm trippin. Maybe I'm itchin. Feels like spiders crawling on my skin. Maybe I'm trippin. Maybe I'm itchin.
City lights are calling. slowly coming back to life. Speeding in the fastlane. Mama let us waste no time. . Devil in the doorway selling any kind of hell.
Welcome to this wonderworld. Everybody take your sledges. Winterland Plutocracy. Down the slope don't fear the hedges. . Everybody in their box. Waiting under rights of action.
[by Tobias Sammet]. . Always tried so hard to leave a tragic story. It's tearing me apart you never really care. Never met with your approval from your higher category.
Huh!. What do you think when you smile into my eyes. You say that you like me but I know that's one of your lies. My love is abused my compassion misused.
An ocean of stars gleaming like diamonds. How many times have we wondered what lies behind. And how do you wish to make explorations. And travel through space and time.
The moment when you held me tight. Won't come back anymore. And at the end of that night. You slammed the door. My dream it died away. Just when I saw red.
Hey there pal won't you gimme an ear. Gimme your everything and keep your fear. Godly voices telling me what to do. They're out for palpitation. Then leave you to your desperation.
Waiting for a little sign. Seems like to no avail. Strolling down the pavement aimlessly. . Waiting for someone to snatch her bag of memories. How come you call it destiny?.
[Music & Lyrics: Sammet]. . [solo: Shuttle-crash suite in F-Major, Marsian Traditional]. . The sound of explosions, the children awake. The turn of the tide acts up, the ground it starts to quake.
Seasons come and seasons go. Here I wait for something to be. Try to get as much as I can see. Hungry for life. But have you see the sands of time. Every day is a moment in past.
Ravens in the air, no one in the streets. Seems like the fiend he must be back. Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar. Love has just started to crack - ow.
Ravens in the air, no one in the streets. Seems like the fiend he must be back. Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar. Love has just started to crack - ow.
Too much time to get lost in the maze. Tell me, isn't that strange. You bleed to get there - you were ready. To be a bird in a golden cage. . Sweat is breaking on my brow.
Are you the one who failed to listen. To what the pundits say?. Don't hesitate to phrase desire. You fail to exercise prudence and passivity. And you can't approve the tide.
Somebody have mercy. And tell me what is wrong with me. Somebody have mercy. And tell me what is wrong with me. Sometimes I don't know how I stand. The things this woman do to me.
Late last night I was dreamin'. I was dreamin' of your charms. And I was standin' on the edge of love baby. With you in my arms. . Well you whispered sweet things and you told me.