Marechiare Pure li pisce nce fanno a ll'ammore Se revotano ll'onne de lu mare Pe la priezza cagnano culore Quanno sponta la luna a Marechiare A Marechiare
Tradução: Bocelli, Andrea. A Marechiare.
: There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in But now you're on the other side and there's no way... To feel your breath of life upon my face Cause
: AKHENATON De la ville la plus pauvre de France je ne peux Contenir ma colere alors que le Paris eclaire ses feux Dans la confusion se pose une question
: Estas en el kiosko tomando una cerveza, con el tiempo seguis con la cerveza. A lo lejos se ve una patrulla alguien grita:Alla? viene la yuta
: Esta noche yo voy a bailar, luna llena que me guiara. Un deseo pido para mi como ayer quiero volver. Marcha, marcha, marcha, marcha pa bailar, a mi
: There?s a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there, the headlights are glowing There?s a cold war coming On the radio I heard
: Just because I'm losing Doesn't mean I'm lost Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I'm across Just because I'm hurting Doesn't mean I'm hurt Doesn'
: Lovers, keep on the road you?re on Runners, until the race is run Soldiers, you?ve got to soldier on Sometimes even the right is wrong They are turning
: (Instrumental)
: Then there was rain The sky wore a veil of gold and gray At night it was the bright of the moon with me Time was just floating Then there was rain
: Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without
: Scared of losing all the time He wrote it in a letter He was a friend of mine He heard you could see your future Inside a glass of water The ripples
: Let me go boys let me go Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below Rocks are waiting boys rocks await Swoop down from the sky and catch
: Siento en mi algo extrano El cansancio de esperar me dejo sin nada al fin. Y al caer tan profundo Solo queda al respirar el recuerdo del ayer. Que
: Thirtysomething graduate - green eyes - Perfect Christian lady - candlelit dinner - Slim female figure - sense of humour - Extrovert where are you
: The dead is in the march They're soldiers in the dark They mourn the living, regret our sinning Their bombs are roaring in the dust, they sing a song
: Era la puta mas gorda que nunca hubiese visto, la mujer mas gorda que hubiese mirado. Tenia un vestido de seda con aguas collar de cuentas, abanico