: Una nostalgia donde se condensa el rocio, un paso en falso hacia un remolino en el rio. Cualquier contrasentido hoy cobra sentido y se vuelve dilema
hasta la manana Bola de Nieve negro piano man con la voz rajada ya de tanto trasnochar. En la penumbra del "Monsenor" la gente escuchaba al Bola
Una nostalgia donde se condensa el rocio, un paso en falso hacia un remolino en el rio. Cualquier contrasentido hoy cobra sentido y se vuelve dilema para
Una nostalgia donde se condensa el rocio, un paso en falso hacia un remolino en el rio. Cualquier contrasentido hoy cobra sentido y se vuelve dilema
: Crashed out of the market Out on the floor Washed up on the shore Bombed outta the city Out of the door Blown up against the wall Put out of
: (Instrumental)
: This is a crime story... Heureusement que papa maman me ressemblent Je me sentais de trop J?agace la mere, le pere disait que je sentais trop
: Red lights on the skyscrapers Snow white all over Smoky pipes spitting out dirty waters Daybreak in one hour Lost clouds, nightmarish shadows Coming
One, two, three You might remember this conversation when you get older You may recall the warning signs by the road But if you lose all recollection
My baby took our love And then she rolled it up Rolled it up a hill Like a ball of snow Like a snowball grows Until it gets too big Until she lost control
My bellybutton came untied The elevator turned to stone I ran with waving arms Then I lifted off the ground I took a pill I shouldn't have I'm not so
Snow day School's closed and I can't wait To go outside and I just might Get into a snowball fight Snowball, snowball Snowball fight Snowball, snowball
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio skylight Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of gray-white All through
Crashed out on the market, out (blood? ) on the floor Busted man on show (? ) Bundled out of the city, out of the door Thrown up against the wall Put
I used to believe That no one else was alive That all of the world was just a show Inside my own mind The dog's on a leash Tied to a pole shaking above
She left her boots she wears in the rain She left her lady razor She left a note that I can't explain On the refrigerator She left a book she's been
Snowball, my honey, don?t you melt away ?Cause daddy likes those dark brown eyes Snowball, my honey, smile at me each day ?Cause daddy likes those dark
If I could borrow from the future and I'd spend it with you Darling, in a very special, I'd treat you to a sundae On a Saturday afternoon and we'd spend
