I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Tell me, princess, now when did You last let your heart decide? I can open your eyes Take you
Tradução: aladin y jazmin. Un Mundo Ideal.
Tradução: Alan e Aladin. Llamó para decir Te Quiero.
Tradução: Disney. Un salto adelante (Aladin).
Madame ecoutez bien Cette folle ballade Que chante le baladin A la lampe d'Aladin Ce n'est pas tous les jours Qu'on parle des dentelles D'une belle de
Madame ecoutez bien Cette folle ballade Que chante le baladin A la lampe d'Aladin Ce n'est pas tous les jours Qu'on parle des dentelles D'une belle
: [ Music & Lyrics: Henjo Richter ] In a land, far beyond the sun Rules the darkness, faceless magician Black towers which raise into the sky Castle
love Aladdin Sane Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise Who'll love Aladdin Sane We'll love Aladdin Sane Love Aladdin Sane Who'll love Aladdin
: (Bowie) Shakey threw a party that lasted all night Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old fashioned band of married men Looking
: (Bowie) He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man The only survivor of the National
: (Bowie) I've come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend, the films
: (Bowie) Time - He's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boys Time - He flexes like a whore Falls wanking
: (Jagger/Richards) Well, don't you worry 'bout what's been on my mind I'm in no hurry I can take my time I'm going red and my tongue's getting tired
: (Bowie) Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire You will be my rest and peace child I moved up to take a place near you So tired, it's the
: (Bowie) She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky oil The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear. Silver
: (Bowie) A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking
: (Bowie) Let me put my arms around your head Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed Don't forget to turn on the light Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright Pour
: You think you've got me in your chains Control me with your devious pain You think your love is so divine You pour it out like it was heaven-scented
