musico en paro... Yo convencido de que tengo razon... ultimamente me siento inteligente... ultimamente no tengo corazon... Como una escena del viaje
un viaje tiempo atras En algun lugar alguien me recuerda Sueno que sera verdad Me recibiran con gran bienvenida Finalmente sin maldad Y....desde ahora aprenderas En un viaje....tiempo
llegare En un viaje tiempo atras. En algun lugar alguien me recuerda Seuno que sera verdad Me recibiran con gran bienvenida Finalmente sin maldad Y...desde ahora aprenderas En un viaje...tiempo
Tradução: Anastasia soundtrack. Thalia---viaje Tiempo Atr (Journey To The Past In Spanish).
Tradução: Thalia. Viaje Tiempo Atras.
estabamos juntos nos parecia tan larga la soledad Si pudiera viajar en el tiempo volveria a vivir igual volveria a elegirte otra vez si pudiera viajar en el tiempo
: If you got time, don't waste your time, because it's time, you're movin' up and down, up and down, and up and down, up and down, and up and down.
: I?m trying hard to walk the line between past mistakes and better days. And I?ll keep screaming about everything. I mean look at me. Look at us. Everything
: (W. Whitman) I saw the vision of armies; And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags, Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced
: (H. Treece) I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl; Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl. I bring with me when
: (N. Rosten) In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk In their white starched dresses In their pitiful white dresses On
: (W. Blake) I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks
: (A. Waley) Minister of War, we are the king's claws and fangs. Why should you roll us on from misery to misery, Giving us no place to stop in or take
: (Traditional) Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the
: (J. L. Gili, F. Garcia Lorca, S. Spender) I want to sleep the dream of the apples To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries I want to sleep the dream
: (D. Leitch) Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise That's the time That's the time