summer comes undone And I won't wait And I won't have to I just waste my time alone 'til the summer comes undone 'til the summer comes undone 'til
the summer comes undone And I won't wait And I won't have to I just waste my time alone 'til the summer comes undone 'til the summer comes undone '
the summer comes undone And I won't wait And I won't have to I just waste my time alone 'til the summer comes undone 'til the summer comes undone 'til
Tradução: Yo La Tengo. El Verano.
puertas, yo rodando en un trate con un pie adentro y otro afuera... Ella en la Pedro Enriquez, yo estudiante de la UASD; ella summa cum laudem, yo suma
caricias Ahora si que tengo que escapar hallar una salida pero se que pronto extranare la brisa De este mar de pasiones donde quiero navegar Yo soy como
, no tengo una mastercard, ni una mansion no tengo un carro europeo, tampoco tengo dinero pero yo sigo inventando que Esta noche vamo a rumbiar! (yo
tampoco tengo dinero pero yo sigo, invi tan doo teee... esta noche vamo' a rumbear, yo quiero estar contigo, y aunque no tenga pa gastar, yo quiero
con migo, Solo dios y tu son mis testigos. Inolvidables momentos que juntos pasamos, y los problemas mas fuertes juntos arreglamos. Incomparable mujer, ati yo pertenecer. Contigo yo
I want summer's sad songs behind me. I want a laugh a minute, without fail Want to be Paul Le Mat in 1980 Looking to forget tomorrow, looking everyday
You tell me summer's here and the time is wrong You tell me winter's here And your days are getting long Tears are in your eyes Tonight You tell me
I remember a summer's day I remember walking up to you I remember my face turned red And I remember staring at my feet I remember before we met I remember
take long And I know, you know, It makes me sigh; I do believe in love Another season, but the same old feelings Another reason could be I'm tired of aching, summer
millon, no tengo una mastercard, ni una mansion no tengo un carro europeo, tampoco tengo dinero pero yo sigo inventando que Esta noche vamo a rumbiar! (yo
Malcom X? Yo a Guevara, el Che A Hombres G se les ha pasado el arroz y no lo asumen, todas sus canciones suena repes, ya no es guapo ni David Summers
