Tradução: Huizar. Bienvenidos A Mi Apocalipsis.
Tradução: Huizar. Sobreviviente Del Infierno.
Tradução: Huizar. Sin Tregua.
: Ask me about my mother And I'll tell you that I love her 'Cause she feeds me all kinds of foods Yeah, she feeds me all kinds of foods Don't you love
: Lay me down, lay me down Lay me down, lay me down Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give
: Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow From the houses of the holy, we
: Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow From the houses of the holy We can
: This is the springtime of my loving- the second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing- so little warmth I've felt before. It isn't
: Hey lady--you got the love I need Maybe more than enough. Oh Darling... walk a while with me Ooh, you've got so much... Many times I loved, Many times
: Oh oh oh oh oh oh, You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh, Baby please don't go. Ay ay ay ay ay ay, All those tears
: (We've done four already but now we're steady and then they went: One, two, three, four) Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on
: Dancing days are here again, As the summer evenings grow I got my flower, I got my power, I got a woman who knows. CHORUS I said it's alright, You
: White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumbled down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome
: well i found a bunch of letters that were written for the fella who broke your momma's heart and the envelope folds, smelled of her ancient perfume
: Recitat: ( D'esquena al mar i a la muntanya. Completament al marge de l'activitat industrial Sota una col canta el poeta) Des d'una area de servei
: But don't remind me of home, there's everywhere I'd rather go. It's true that some things have to change. And don't remind me of home, or I might
: Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha
: So what if I was just a painter painting houses on the rich blue coast? Would you ever try to leave me for somebody who deserves you most? 'Cause darling
