Chorrillo ardi, como Berln. Un fuego intenso,. que prendi hasta el zinc. Santa Claus trajo en Navidad. bombas para Avenida A. Por estar cerca del cuartel,.
Green to feel blue?. Is your vision purely golden?. Is your humour black or olden?. Do you find you're getting yellow?. 'Though you know you're in the red dread.
In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky. That's the place where I traced my bloodline. And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone. "You'll never leave Harlan alive".
No one thinks that its a good idea. But noone knows you like I do. Everybody has created this fear. So you say that we should think it through. No, I want it now,.
My love don't worry everything its gonna be ok (yeah). If you go with me my soul is never find the rest (oh baby). Will you forgive or will you live?.