hora de los toreros, respira tension el aire sobre al alvero. El guerrero de la manada ya se prepara, aqui vale todo menos dar patadas. El increible gorrion
Tradução: Gianmarco. Gorrion.
la hora de los toreros, respira tension el aire sobre al alvero. El guerrero de la manada ya se prepara, aqui vale todo menos dar patadas. El increible gorrion
: 1. C'est pres d'une gouttiere a matous Dans une mansarde de n'importe ou A Montparnasse Que j'suis venue au monde sur les toits Et que j'ai pour la
: When I was thirteen, I bought a scally cap looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat couldn't wait to grow up just to drink with the crew put
: What What does it mean To dream what you dream To believe what you've seen? Why Why do we feel To try to find real Underneath a machine? What What
otros piensen. (coro) Y ella lucha por llenar de luz las sombras de dolor que oscurecen la vereda por donde camina, en busca del amanecer...fuego y calma que llaman Gorrion
: (Instrumental)
: Spoken: "Hello. This is `Law of the Bungle Part II'. By the way, I'm Martin Barre; but sometimes I'm an owl, and my feathers are really smooth,
: The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin. To kill demands a business sense; Economy moves non
: Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines. The critics falling over to tell themselves he
: The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand, And makes his home inside a rusty watering can, Occasionally going out to look for bread and
: The master playwright urges you to play right/play wrong; life is long and every night's the first night. The wardrobe mistress urges you to dress
: In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine. Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by. And in the dawn, there
: Then God, the director, smells a rat. Pulls another rabbit from His hat. Sniffs the air and He says, "Well, that's that I'm going.'' The actors
: Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from the writer
: Critic of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play gets in the way - spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, how the
