Estas videando viviendote al fin estas huyendo o amandote aqui Debe ser que no hay mayor verdad que tu amor,mi amor nadie podra ensenarte el camino mejor una cancion mil abejas
videando viviendote al fin estas huyendo o amandote aqui Debe ser que no hay mayor verdad que tu amor,mi amor nadie podra ensenarte el camino mejor una cancion mil abejas
Tradução: Cortez, Alberto. La Miel Y Las Abejas.
Tradução: Desconocida. Con Las Abejas.
el avestruz y siga evitando tocar este tema y siga pensando, que no es su problema y afirme, tajante: ""Es mas importante la miel que las abejas"". ?
Que casi siempre no fue nadie que se yo, pero mirame hoy que quiero un dia transportarte a mi ser veras que no es asi. abrazame que te lo pido abrazame
: You're a worker bee Can't you see? A cog in the wheel Of their factory You'll do what you're told Until you grow old Or you get laid off Because the
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: We share a culture same vernacular love of physical humor and time spent alone you with your penchant for spontaneous events for sticky and raspy,
: Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees, the moon up above, and the thing called love. Let me tell you 'bout the
: This the new bee And it's kind of hard to fit in When the queen has the thinness skin No matter how nice You try to be She's always me me me me me
: Well I do like a certain girl She moves like a dancing dream I saw everything I?ve seen And I meant everything I mean Oh queen bee you?re always
: Honey Honey bee Honey bee Honey bee Honey Honey You're my honey bee [You're my honey bee, baby] Come on and sting me [Your love is sweet as
: Une abeille un jour de printemps Voletait, voletait gaiement Sur la rose bruyere en fleur Dont si douce est l'odeur Au pied de la bruyere en fleur
: You know as true as trees are tall And autumn leaves do fall Oh, it sometimes rains in paradise And even the warmest heart can turn to ice I know
: (J.P. Maunick/P. Hinds) (Oh yeah) (Hey baby) (Come on) Come over here, closer my dear Wrap me in your tenderness There's no place else I'd rather