: Llevo tan poco tiempo en este lugar... las cosa no pesan parece que pueden flotar. Me monto en el viento y me dejo volar, es bello el momento al tocar
tu risa que muerta me hace salir aprisa en el dia la ingrata alegria se va a una orilla y se burla de ti no quiere el tiempo el dolor que le tengo que
fecha pedro dejo de ser tan fresa critica ahora al sistema que lo hacia ser lo que no era se enamoro de una cualquiera que conocio en la pesera todos le
: Por que cuando la risa se te canza Y no hay refugio Adios al tiempo muerto Tu tienes ese efecto Si tu textura se la lleva el viento Y no regresa nunca
: ?Donde estabas en los tiempos en que te extranaba? Pero ahora ya no extrano nada de tu cuerpo ni de tu mirada ahora me buscaras Cuando quieras que
: Toda tu vida me parece aburrida... Coro: Mas cerveza para la cabeza Mas cerveza para la cabeza Mas cerveza para la cabeza y el dolor. Coro Quitemonos
porta via coro: Clandestino dimmi che destino avrai clandestino rabbia e liberta che sara domani Clandestino che sogni un?altra terra da scoprire clandestino
A farmer lived in the North Country, Hey ho, bonny-o, He had daughters one, two, three. One was as bright as is the sun, And coal black grew another one
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry, Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye. If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding, The wedding of one who proved unkind, For all that day as she thought of her bridegroom, Thoughts of another
No god no religion no race no culture No nation no state no collective world Praise the self I glorify myself! I satisfy myself! I am not lower than
There Comes The Day When The World Falls Down The World We Know Today World The Human Rely On There Comes The Day When religions Fall Down Dreams Are
Some, times, I feel like I was born to lose But it seems to me This time I know I'm Losing out on you Now it feels like Not enough is all i do As
Mentira lo que dice Mentira lo que da Mentira lo que hace Mentira la mentira Mentira la verdad Mentira lo que cuece Bajo la oscuridad Mentira el amor
It's a clandestine arrangement that we never could get to stick. Every night under the table with the sick and the fits. Never cast as the romantic lead
It's a clandestine arrangement that we never could get to stick. Every night under the table with the sick and the fits. Never cast as the romantic
I was headed to the gallows I was to hang or burn in flames I remember the day you lit the fire and watched our love turn to dust I remember the flames
siamo gli stranieri I clandestini Noi uomini e donne Soltanto vivi O Notre Dame E noi ti domandiamo Asilo Asilo Noi siamo gli stranieri I clandestini