No es que el tiempo lo cure todo pero puede ayudar.. Yo no supe cmo tratarte no doy para ms.. Sara, dulce, cuntame el secreto azul. que se esconde en tus ojos tibios de animal;.
Your bright enchanting smile. Reminds me of the day when I learnt. That nothing lasts forever. And your goodwill's just another hoax of your kind. . Time and time again.
[Voice of Fall: Damnagoras]. [Summerplunge: Pauline Tacey]. [Spirit of Spring: Laura de Luca]. [Wintersoul: Jarpen]. . [F:] We're going to tell the tale of tales.
Y es verdad. Que no somos nadie. Sigo aqu. Con mi vida de antes. . Y es verdad. Que no somos ngeles. Que camos desde el cielo. Sin poner pies en el suelo.
When I'm drivin' in my car. and that man comes on the radio. and he's tellin' me more and more about some useless information,. Supposed to fire my imagination..
Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz. P.T.S. stress, we do drugs. City air strange, sticky lungs. Mayor Doomberg gives no funds. And I'm cryin', cryin'. . Call out with a fiendish ring.
Msica: M. Garca Garca-Perez/Q. Portet. Letra: M. Garca Garca-Perez. En un crculo de estelas. gira el ser que a m me alienta,. entre todas las mentiras.
One and one and a closet friend -. the smoke has broken for the windows edge.. The sun is up, and the shades are down.. Its kind of like you were still around..
Kesyss, vaeltaa, lupauksein mun rinnallain.. Taluttaa mua mukanaan, saatan olla saatilla.. Kesyss, vaeltaa, Lammassaareen pitkospuin.. Sanottuu en saa sanaakaan, saatan olla saatilla..
WHERE DID YOU GO?. . I was searchin' SEARCHIN' on a one-way street,. I was hopin' HOPIN' for a chance to meet.. I was waitin' for the operator on the line..
You're sailing softly through the sun. In a broken Stone Age dawn. You fly so high.. . I get a strange magic. Oh, what a strange magic. Oh, it's a strange magic.
Although the things you've done. I wouldn't criticize. I guess you had your way. . You see, I gotta make you understand. I know it sounds a foolish thing to say.
I walk out and stand in a my front yard. It's plain to see that the times are hard. What's a man to do when he's had enough?. You put on your boots and you strut your stuff.
Got the kind of face everybody knows. Run around barefoot when it snows. Growin' out your hair 'cause you like it long. Fighting in the road 'cause you know it's wrong.
Life ain't over, life ain't done now. So get back up in your place, child. When you feel like it's the end. No mother and no friend could love you more.
She's a killer, a real cold killer. She'll drive you out to the back. Just to kiss and attack your will. . She's a monster, a real soft winner. Her heart is pumping her blood.
Pop the cork, a champagne glass. Raise to the future, drink to the past. Thank the Lord for the friends he cast. In the play he wrote for you. . And if you love the girl, man, light up a torch.
You grew up thinking you knew her. Nothing could keep you apart. You remember nothing peculiar. She always spoke from the heart. . You took your parents' religion.
Seven times I traced your number. Just one finger to your voice. Seven times I put the receiver down. Seven times I tried to write you. But I cannot make your choice.
I tried to frame my own self portrait. Into a three-minute one-act play. But I'm a carnival of voices. It's hard to pin me down that way. Without my subconscious saying.