Te cubrira, te cubrira la niebla el frio que hay en ti escucha el ruido de las olas rompiendose en el mar. Tuviste que dejar volveras a sonar por ultima
: Some will say it's too late, So don't change the story. There's too much at stake to grow. Yesterday was so great, Just bask in the glory. Don't let
: Do you remember, the first son and king Longshanks we call him, death he will bring As we see him coming we running for our lives At the end of the
: My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days
: male or female say the smells ageist sexist racist i cant tell if i can help you make the clone can i borrow on your body loan? a soft tongue will
I jumped out of the fryin' pan And right into the fire When I lost me a cheatin' man And got a no account liar Swiped the old one for the new one Now
tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas
Some will say it's too late so don't change the story There's too much at stake to grow Yesterday was so great, just bask in the glory Don't let your
Come gather in my lungs Scottish wind Belt out your blackest poems as the sea around you sings When the drone takes to the? air a single note to raise
Jose, get your bagpipes And head down to the square Seranade the passers-bye And you'll make some money there Jose came to this country Looking for a
In the beginning, there were answers Then they came along and changed All these questions and their answers seem to change So I'll wait 'til I find The
Gone, advice from a side road And a dying breath, yellow oak Big tall weeds and leaves of gold Now, a wasted clock hollow And I'm not the drowning man
Started out late In my dirty plaid coat Watched my heel Lift the dead satin dress From the ground One day I touched it with my hands And it scattered
My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days count
Scots what ha'e wi' Wallace bled (who have with) Scots wham Bruce has aften led (whom Bruce has often) Welcome tae yer gory bed Or to victory Now's
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share He staggered on until he could
Scots what ha'e wi' Wallace bled (who have with) Scots wham Bruce has aften led (whom Bruce has often) Welcome tae yer gory bed Or to victory Now