: Volaron las amarillas calandrias de los nopales Ya no cantaran alegres los pajaros cadernales A la tirana na na A la tirana na no Ya no cantaran alegres
Volaron las amarillas calandrias de los nopales Ya no cantaran alegres los pajaros cadernales A la tirana na na A la tirana na no Ya no cantaran alegres
Tradução: Floribella. Las Peores Pesadillas (Flores Amarillas).
: Quando eu morrer Nao quero choro nem vela Quero uma fita amarela Gravada com o nome dela Quando eu morrer Nao quero choro nem vela Quero uma fita amarela
Is your jewelry still lost in the sand? Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine You left your rings on the shoreline So you wouldn't lose them, swimming
The little yellow birds, Do they cry for me, Or do they cry with happiness ? They look down on me with tiny eyes, Do they see my tears? They seem to flutter
* * Is like the yellow flower * * * It's beautiful I like to come up here and see the view (Ugly thoughts) * too I'll remember this long after Now I know
(Nits) Here comes the yellow boat on the river She is sleeping and I will leave her Look at the yellow boat on the river She is swimming and I will give
Here we go again. Respect was all that I have wanted, How could I ever disagree? All the times I was rejected, It never meant that much to me. But this
Yellow haired woman good for nothing empty headed Most lovely creature that I've seen With lips that kiss with such a firy stain Many times I've dreamed
Making your way to the front of a crowded room Pointing life make mine clean And sing wide, sweet chariot Perfection, done right Puedes desirme si este
Gather around me, I need some time to recollect these thoughts of mine You're so kind to stand behind me, help me face these fears I've built over the
Gather around me, I need some time to recollect these thoughts of mine, You're so kind to stand behind me, Help me face these fears I've build over the
Hey, a yellow-haired woman she'll take all your gold, Her eyes may be warm but her heart will be cold, And she will get fat just as soon as she's old --
Making your way to the front of a crowded room. Pointing. Life; make mine clean, and sing wide, sweet chariot. Perfection, done right. Puedes desirme
(feat. Phonte, Witchdoctor) [Hook: Deacon] It feels alright So just lay back into the night But don't lose sight Make sure you watch those Yellow Lines
