brazos me entregue..! tierna herida me arrastro asta el avio y esa noche sin pensar yo te engane... "esta es la original banda el limon de salvador
Nunca nadie te amara, jamas! de esta forma en que te amo estoy seguro.. Es el grado al que ha llegado mi amor por ti .. Es un grado muy dificil que alguien
Yo que por amor, daba hasta mi vida.. hoy solo me toca, sufrir.. tengo una pasion!..pero que es prohibida porque yo tan pobre naci.. Que culpa tengo
Desde el momento que mis ojos te miraron. Un presentimiento senti muy a dentro de mi corazon escrito estaba que te amaria con harta pasion. Te fuiste
Estoy, enfermo solo y triste abandonado mi pelo blanco por las penas que he pasado siento mi mano temblorosa al escribirte mi ultima carta para decirte
SABROSITO! ES LA ORIGINAL BANDA! ES EL LIMON! PARA TODAS LAS MAMIS, DEL CARIBE Y DEL MUNDO ENTERO!! mira que rico quiebra su Cintura la morena a ritmo de la banda
Tengo ganas de sentir Tu cuerpo pero sin ropa Y encontrar las caricias Precisas que te vuelvan loca Pero voy a empezar por Besarte primero en la boca
Todos me preguntan porque te amo tanto porque siempre hablo de todo tu encanto y de cosas buenas que siento por ti es que nadie sabe lo que hemos pasado
for you My shoulders are small but you can cry on them too Everything changes but one thing is true Understand, we'll always be more than a band You
Slow down, hold still It's not as if it's a matter of will Someone's circling, someone's moving A little lower than the angels And it's got nothing to
I cry just a little bit, just a little bit, everyday Get by just a little bit, just a little bit that way I know, I know, I should have known Bluer,
I was born to laugh I learned to laugh through my tears I was born to love I'm gonna learn to love without fear Pour me a glass of wine Talk deep into
Fall on me Fall on me Fall on me Fall on me Birds of a feather and a featherless cap Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat Moist hands fold to pray
One, two, three, four Changes come Turn my world around Changes come Turn my world around I have my father's hand I have my mother's tongue I look for
Strings of lights above the bed Curtains drawn and a glass of red All I ever get for Christmas is blue Saxophone on the radio Recorded forty years ago
Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wander i'm like a gypsy to the bone every time i hear the rain amid the thunder i want to run outside and shed
You are a gardener You cultivate my soul You water thirsty vines That snake along my spine In case I forget to shiver You are a carpenter You build the
This night is so big This night has stars falling Into my hands And if I listen real close I can hear some distant train Crossing, crossing (It makes