Übersetzung: Sa \u0026amp; Guarabyra. Spanisch.
: How could we not notice it before? Well you may as well have pinned it to my door Well lately I'm oh so slowly coming around To the fact that this
: (Jerry Leiber and Phil Specto) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only
: Beyonce,Beyonce Beyonce,Beyonce Miente, lo ves Es un juego (Yo conosco cosas del que tu no quieres ni saber) Sabe decir lo que Quieres oir Un bello
: Iris, lei tus poesias y encontre aigunos versos que hablaban de mi, letras pintadas de azul, palabras que casi me hacen temblar Dime donde, dime como
: Silent she rose From the cold desert sands Painted in shadows A dark caravan... Quiet as a whisper With moves like a cat She ruled like a storm cloud
: Broke my heart, lost my soul Adios,mi cora sole Spanish is the loving tongue Soft as music, light as spring It was a girl I learned it from Living
: Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that
: Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming, Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless
: Written by Babyface, L.A. Ried, & Darryl Simmons Se que tu me quieres No te vas a enamorar Te faltarian mi amor mis besos Mi verdad Tu me perteneces
: Written by Paul McCartney & John Lennon Yesterday Hoy me siento lejos del ayer Tantas cosas han cambiado que Quisiera estar en el ayer Yo perdi
: Written by Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis Mi amor por que? Que nos paso? Tuvimos lo mejor y lo echamos a perder Si me das una oportunidad De probar mi amor
: As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but the Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed
: met a girl late last summer in a country that was warmer than the one i come from hair of black, skin of copper she spoke english like a trucker she
: There's a Spanish train that runs between Guadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still
: It's a big blue Spanish sky, I lay on my back and watch clouds roll by. I've got the time to wonder why, She left me. It's a slow sad Spanish song
: Would you like a drink with me? (If you don?t mind, can I talk to you if it?s all right) I want your body close to mine (All night, while we?re dancing
: (blackmore/gillan/glover) Well there must have been a reason for the smile that you had upon your Face last night Are you the cat that got the cream
