Hay milonga de amor. hay temblor de gotán. este tango es para vos. Hay milonga de amor. hay temblor de gotán. Hay milonga de amor. Este tango es para vos.
Hay milonga de amor. hay temblor de gotn. . Este tango es para vos. . Hay milonga de amor. hay temblor de gotn. . Hay milonga de amor. Este tango es para vos.
Queremos paz.... Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo.... Independiente.... Queremos paz.... Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo....
Si desapareció. en mi aparecerá. creyeron que murió. pero renacerá. Llovió, paró, llovió. why un chico adivinó. oímos una voz, why desde un tango. rumor de pañuelo blanco.
She said "Hello, Mister. Pleased to meet you". I wanna hold her. I wanna kiss her. . Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane. Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane.
Boys and girls, let's do it!. . Oh, the sun is rising, all over us, up and away. No, no compromising, so wake up, where do we go?. Why should you stay? Let's sieze the day, and we walk straight now.
You You You You You You You You You. You You You You You You You You You. You You You You You You You You You. You You You You You You You You You. You You You You You You You You You.
Amharc, mn ag obair l 's mall san oche,. Ceolann siad ar laetha geal, a bh,. Bealach fada anonn 's anall a chich.. . (Translation:. Look, women working by day and late at night,.
Book of Days. . oche go hoche, mo thuras, From night to night, my journey,. An bealach fada romham. The long pilgrimage before me.. l go l, mo thuras, From day to day, my journey,.
You built me from a broken heart. With bricks you made from broken parts. You've fixed the paint, so we could start. So now what's mine is ours. I still have proof in form of scars.
Gods Paparazzi. Kati Kaine. Blood On The Dance Floor. We're cumming on these bitches hard. . You ain't seen shit.... (Gods Paparazzi). I'm a born porn star.
When our masterpiece is complete. And the coroner's report is back in. It will read, "The cause of death: art". . Art. It will read, "The cause of death: art".
Verse 1:. Woke up, 6 pm and I'm yawning. Head spinning, damn, what's the story. Might have took a couple of shots, all on me. Text from my girl, last night she was lonely.
Verse 1:. Woke up, 6 pm and I'm yawning. Head spinning, damn, what's the story. Might have took a couple of shots, all on me. Text from my girl, last night she was lonely.
First, when there's nothing but a slow glowing dream. That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind. All alone I have cried, silent tears full of pride.
We are the nights that are wasted and lost. Nights that arrive in a rush. We are the nights that are covered in dust. Nights that are rhythm by life. And even when the night is over.