Übersetzung: Soundtracks (anderen Tracks) Soundtrack. Buenos Aires [Madonna].
Y aunque tengamos tantas cosas en comun Puede ser que falle yo o falles tu Si el sentimiento que nos une no es el mismo Sigamos siendo mejor buenos amigos
When it's deep down in their hungry hearts, When it's on their frail minds, Then comes a sentiment internalized, The privileged provide a shock that
Set in stone, in flesh and bone, A history by victory, And a classroom subjected turns the page and separates fact from fiction, But the line is drawn
and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible. There is a faith so inviting, it turns one away, A reason to feed upon others, a judgment
What makes missiles out of men What makes better politics Ensures a rich economy Makes good on life long threats It's a strange concoction, one part
Celebrate. Suck it up. Swallow it down. Every good consumer has a feeling they need it. It's our lasting liberty-the freedom to succumb, It's all fixed
la lluvia en pleno desierto mojaste de fe mi corazon ahogaste mis miedos Como una dulce voz en el silencio asi nos llego el amor amor del bueno
What's new Buenos Aires? I'm new--I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you You'll be on me too! I get out here Buenos Aires Stand back--you ought
Para escucharte aqui estoy yo, Mas por que has bebido Las chicas pasan, tu y yo no Vamos a hablarlo Porque asi nos ayudamos, Porque ser un buen amigo
Buenos Dias Argentina! Er war lang, mein Weg zu dir! Doch nun schwenk' ich den Sombrero: Buenos Dias, ich bin hier! Buenos Dias Buenos Aires! Wenn die
I'm not what they wanna see calling me el deliquente [Chorus:] Atrapado en dos verdades en dos mundos paralelos en uno soy el malo en otro soy el bueno
Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I
One source of energy The ultimate discovery Electric blue for me Never more to be free Electricity Nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea Wasted
Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull
I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Well I got something to say I raped your mother
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where
it again Is it more altruistic to worship or actually help fellow man? Its not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ Its just I care about other things
