Pedro por mi nombre y no le quise contestar. Y arenas movedizas bajo un cielo de almidon, paquebotes que aterrizan sin pedir perdon. Arenas movedizas
san Pedro por mi nombre y no le quise contestar. Y arenas movedizas bajo un cielo de almidon, paquebotes que aterrizan sin pedir perdon. Arenas movedizas
Tradução: Babasonicos. Arenas Movedizas.
: I still see your coat hangin' on the door, Never let anybody put one there before My pillow's got your head printed on it Baby, of all the guys you
: (Bowie) I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
: Slow sinking feeling kills the mood you're conveying and it pulls me far down below it might be best if you go can it not wait and hope for the best
: The other side of the platinum door another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way How come you see me as an enemy
: OK? now the monster is awake. It won?t rest until there?s nothing left. Maybe ever & anon I forget about the pain. Someone bending light comes along
: This is a bad, bad movie It's gone on too long the ending's all wrong And oh, there's no hope I stir my coffee; you try to smile I hear the clink of
: (Danger Zone) Baby lover, Who you know can put it down like me Ain't another, Without a doubt I know you'll agree, Undercover, When you bring
: I'm the obsessor Holding your hand It seems you have forgotten About your man Alone in the darkness My bed's a different land Your touch intensifies
: It's all backward. It's all bad word. Said to me by you. How you misunderstand. All, wrapped up, in yourself. Fall, who will pick you up Walking backward
: Kid, picked on, love, blinds him, found, his own girlfriend. It's all he could ask for. He doesn't need, his hands, tied up, to persuade, this kid
: I know just what your thinking. You want someone to blame. I know you well a?cause, I always feel the same. We always look behind. We always look
: I was so sincere. I see more clearly now. I, trust new friends just like, I can throw them. Fading traces of a, future leader. A summer squatting,