Subiendo el cerro el frio se adueño de mi actitud y mi gesto. cruzando mis brazos contra el pecho en la noche como un niño enfermo. despeinaba el viento tu salud y nos ladraba un perro.
(No h machado que corte. a raz ao pensamento) [bis]. (no h morte para o vento. no h morte) [bis]. . Se ao morrer o corao. morresse a luz que lhe querida.
I`ve been patiently painfully waiting. every day every night. . Put my love on the line. kept my heart open wide. all along I`ve been loving you. . So hurry, save me, come to me.
Fantastic ah! Yeah!. How you doing world allow me introduce you to. The greatest white people in the world. Chorus. I think I'll go out tonight. I think the temperature is right.
You're a child, you are weak. You are precious, you won't speak. . And if I ever lived again I wish I could be you. If I ever loved again I wish I could be you, yeah.
All my life, what I mistook for friendly pats on the back. Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down. The more I struggle, the less I achieve.
All my life, what I mistook for friendly pats on the back. Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down. The more I struggle, the less I achieve.
I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing. I'm all alone and staring into space. It's always quiet thru' my ceiling. The roof comes in and crashes in a daze.
I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing. I'm all alone and staring into space. It's always quiet through my ceiling. The roof comes in and crashes in a daze.
I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing. I'm all alone and staring into space. It's always quiet through my ceiling. The roof comes in and crashes in a daze.
Wireless tells us all, looks like there's a war. Both of us been through this before, dear. Put on our gas masks and pray, dear. But at least we've got each other.
I've got a telegraph in my hand. words on paper written in sand.. We've got telegraph right acrosss this land.. It doesn't mean a damn thing. . We don't understand.
I had to sing this for me. Watch myself pilloried. Ugly, scruffy, no one. But then I guess that you knew. Nasty, bitter, enraged. A nice polite english way.
Talking loud and clear. saying just what I feel. . Lying in the grass with the sun on our backs.. It doesn't really matter what we do or what we say. .
And twenty one was over the hill you feel. To pick up girls was always your wet dream. You laughed about the communist century. . Now it's the marx brothers taking over.
It's my direction. it's my proposal. . It's so hard. it's leading me astray.. My obsession - it's my creation. . You'll understand. it's not important now..