tejas Tu me recuerdas las cosas, no se, las ventanas Donde los cantores nocturnos cantaban Amor a La Habana, amor a La Habana Esto no es una elegia
Such a pretty sight What a glorious day I think I'm alright Just don't come here today I'm taking all what's mine There's just no time to waste I know
Who is this hurting mother? I don't want to be her now Who in the hell's that sad reflection? How did I lose myself? How many time I walk the river, wondering
Inside the vision of a black night I dreamt my lost joy Just like a daydream full of light Left me behind; the elders, the skies High in the midnight
with elegance If you suffer lack of due respect Take comfort from the guessing game aspect That she is least where you expect Please be ashamed that you're afraid, equating elegance
Take your time to find me I can't promise where I'll be these nights I felt so restless tonight I feel useless Take your time to find me I can't promise
(En Orihuela, su pueblo y el mio, se ha muerto como el rayo Ramon Sije, a quien tanto queria) Yo quiero ser llorando el hortelano de la tierra que
Si tuviera que elegir Entre la luz de la maana Y la luz de su mirada Cuando se mete aqu en mi alma Si tuviera que elegir De mil amores los que quiera
igazsagert harcba szallsz Valodi tuz csakis benned el Csak tebenned el Artatlan szemekben a gyulolet langja eg Elfojtott szavakbol most mar eleg Irgalmat
The dirt is soft, the air is clean. the lawn is growing nice and green. The ditch is undetectable. No one can see my memory placed in a hole.
Elegies are to be sung Winds of Armageddon come Ignorance within your bliss Soon you will atone for this In your carcinogenic haze Baneful of a newer
Do you watch the shadows, dancing on your wall Do you float in silence, praying for the night to fall Baby, had to believe... I'm holding on forever
When I look at myself frustration I try to hide when it cries cries out in vain then I can't resist or hide My state of mind state of mind Now the feelings
My memories clear as ever of a little boy I can see myself so full of wander a child so full of joy In a field oh way up yonder not so far from home
Take a good look around tell us a truth now what are they saying they're out of all sight and sound while the hatred is growing the guilty are praying
The following tale depicts the life of a vulnerable child born into a world of poverty and despair. The scene is set in a typical overcroweded and run
Gradually he no longer hates the world, nor himself. Once the epitome of all that's evil, now is a guiding light. His reformation, to put right his wrong
Influental called themselves friends gifts they gave some kind of trend a small town girl who never asked why easy access cum' don't be shy For no apparent