In my memory, I can still see that face In my memory, I can still hear the voice I remember talking with you, the stories I could tell In my memory, I
my mind my eyes are like to fading ravens on a snowfilled sky my features are as dying and fading as the rivers of love This is the pain called sorrow
Tradução: La llamada. Memoria.
Tradução: Ophthalamia. Este es el dolor llamada dolor / A la memoria de mí.
In my memory I can still see that face In my memory I can still hear the voice I remember talkin' with you The stories I could tell In my memory, I remember
the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there
afuera ya no hay esperanza. Porque afuera estan ardiendo las calles de este tiempo, afuera esta muriendo la razon. Afuera estan ardiendo las calles
: Today I saw somebody Who looked just like you She walked like you do I thought it was you As she turned the corner I calle dout your name I felt so
olas, me escupen del mar. han pasado los anos, nadie sabe en donde estas. Las calles desiertas por las noches y tu cara se dibuja en mi memoria los arboles
olas, me escupen del mar. Han pasado los anos, nadie sabe en donde estas. Las calles desiertas por las noches y tu cara se dibuja en mi memoria los arboles
por sus enemigos, ejemplos humanos, muestras de humanidad, calla la razon cuando habla la verdad. NACH: Desde este Blackbook mi memoria vuela, hacia
re smellin' dro you know that I'm in the vicinity Flawless with symmetry Yea, since elementary niggas bite the style like they tryna swap identities Empty refrigerators all I see up in my memory
So get your mind clear, Yeah, Yeah, That good music man, we gotta hear, So we could get the vibe high, like a light gear, Or maybe, Fly high like five deer, Call
true Of the many that are called Only chosen is a few [Chorus 2 - JR. Gong] Of the real friends that serve you long Your memories might fade Your real
and took him out. Under the stars and out in the morning sun. There are the memories of abandoned love. Under stars and out in the morning sun. There are the memories
