: I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain
(Dewey Bunnel) On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There were sand and
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There was sand and hills and rings The
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There was sand and hills and rings
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain't
Tradução: América. Un caballo sin nombre.
