This is for Rosanna, sweet girl of mine A song for the baby who changed my life I'll never forget when I saw you first I thought that my heart would burst
번역: 크리스 드의 Burgh. Rosanna 들어.
This is for Rosanna, sweet girl of mine, A song for the baby who changed my life, I'll never forget when I saw you first, I thought that my heart would
: This is for Rosanna, sweet girl of mine, A song for the baby who changed my life, I'll never forget when I saw you first, I thought that my heart would
change for you I'll change for you I'll change for you I'll turn night into day An' I'll change for you (I don't care what the books say) I'll change for
Puedo, llorar hasta caer el dia. Puedo sembrar esta noche baldia de amor Solo de melancolia. Pero no, que la vida es muy corta, Y manana se olvida Lo
Now that you know how the heart bends and breaks Just throw away the book and take a second look Behind the door a guided tour, what we came here for
just your name They count the times you stumble When you barely know the game You know you never asked for this Someone who looks like you I'm looking for
tonight? Why did she bring that stranger She looks put out in party lights Which leaves us all in danger When she drops her perfumed hanky I look for
(Rosanne Cash, John Leventhal) Now that you've made your mistake. Now that you know how the heart bends and breaks. Just throw away the book, and take
I'll change for you. I'll change for you. I'll change for you. I'll turn night into day. An' I'll change for you. (I don't care what the books say.)
?Para que? Para nada ?Para que? ?Para que? Para nada ?Para que andar descalza sin rumbo? ?Para que izar las velas del mundo? ?Para que? Para nada ?Para
cose non ritorneranno piu puoi cambiare pelle, puoi volare fra le stelle ma e sicuro che Rosanna non sei tu. Certo non sei tu, Rosanna non sei tu. Sicuro non sei tu, Rosanna
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Ya no hay primaveras Las flores se han ido Y las mariposas Se mueren de frio Y por mas que me acuerde de ti Y que esconda esta pena En un pliegue del
