Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole
번역: 연체 습관. 트레즈의 반환.
번역: 마뉴엘라. 트레즈의 반환.
[Ives] Es la vida, quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got
Ain't nothin' I can say, nothin' I can do I feel so bad, yeah, I feel so blue, hmmm I got to make it right for everyone concerned Even if it's me, if
the cathedral to observe the wonderful faces on the Portico. May, 1992 - Santiago de Compostella (St. James in the Field of Stars)...had occasion to return
cloud of dust I opened the door and got out But my benefactor made no move to follow The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet And waving away my thanks returned
way Fuel this hate and I'm living on the edge again Let them feel the pain Um, dois, tres, quatro Past the point of no return Past the point of no return
grace The empty laugh that you cultivate You fall into that false embrace And kiss the air about her face Who do you think you are? The tres bon mots
song is more of a stright forward vallenato song with the blend of forging instruments, such as the steel string guitar, a cuban "tres" cuban
I am leaving my best friend A friend who taught me right from wrong And weak from strong That's a lot to learn What, what can I give you in return?
, je sais que je dois Chaque jour,chaque heure M'avancer vers cette falaise Et vers ce grand trou sans fond Je me retourne souvent Et j'apercois Tres
way Fuel this hate And I'm living on the edge again Let them feel the pain Um, Dois, Tres, Quatro... Past the point of no return.. Past the point of no return
the cries of love Elle ne pensait pas quand il se sont recontres She never thought that when she met him Qu'elle commencait la une danse tres dangereuse
empty laugh that you cultivate You fall into that false embrace And kiss the air about her face Who do you think you are? The tres bon mots you almost
l'Angleterre ? Que fais-tu la, Petula ? I don't understand Que fais-tu la, Petula ? Come back to England ! Remember Piccadilly and Christmas pudding Remember Tipperary, return
: Siempre has sonado con poder salir de tu carcel de cristal y las paredes de tu habitacion se parten el culo de ti Hoy los barrotes que hacen tu prision