번역: 영광. 천천히.
house up above The Lord didn't give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while And
night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the
earth So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot Our age like winters bare Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch Flatter to passing fairs Gather their scarlet ornaments As passions likewise lent
your victory Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy Pitying the blindness that you've never seen That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
could make you live And from the page step forth and sit beside me Or better still, bestride the steed I gave you Wrapped close within the cloak I lent
dA©livrA©, elle s'avance plus fA©line D'un air vague elle essaye, elle essayait de sA©duire Suivant un rythme doux, paresseux et lent. Je respire l'odeur
your victory, Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy Pitying the blindness that you've never seen That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
valley over the generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and
the big house up above. The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile
: Un passerotto un po' diffidente che il mio canto spaventare non fa e un caldo vento di terra un bel libro una birra che cosa non va? Non va che volo
: (A la memoria de Rafael de Leon, de la copla andaluza, que en gloria este.) Como carne de membrillo tiembla al aire una cancion leo con el corazon
: Soy el real, el mesias que te llevara la gloria, las futuras biblias narraran mis historias, asombrosas victorias quedan en mi historial, soy como
me she care for me so Ain't no love like a mama love Like a mamma love [Verse 2:] Yeah Introducing this beautiful princess No other else for modda Mrs. Gloria
: El franquismo acoge en su memoria a Eleuterio Sanchez, su historia martir sin gloria en las chabolas de los pizarrales comienza su infierno la guardia
Con la luna de plata del mes de abril. Y me llevo a la feria A trotecito lento de mi caballo Y a mis espaldas Campanitas de gloria de mi Giralda. Naci
