번역: Tego 칼데론. 이륙.
Me dijo son cosas del camino, mi hijo y el que se mete contigo se mete conmigo mantenla cruda directo al punto y escribete algo, tego en honor a los difuntos
estrecho Me dijo son cosas del camino, mi hijo y el que se mete contigo se mete conmigo mantenla cruda directo al punto y escribete algo, tego en honor a los difuntos
On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died At night in dreams he sees their souls
floating away within dreams from a thousand worlds, my sould has left the spheres of man for all time... the rest of me the rotten limbs and my bones
Last rights were given long ago to the corpse of man The awful ground engulfs the dead, so sacred and alone The world did spoil as their hearts grew cold
It's not worth anything more than this at all I live as I choose or I will not live at all So return to where you've come from Return to where you dwell
Yellow skies, I can see with yellow skies See you again, I see you again In my dreams In my dreams In my dreams In my dreams Morning light, I remember
To all those people doin' lines Don't do it, don't do it Inject your soul with liberty It's free, it's free To all the kids with heroin eyes Don't do
Once you ruled my mind I thought you'd always be there And I'll always hold on to your face But everything changes in time and the answers are not always
Electric blue eyes Where did you come from? Electric blue eyes Who sent you? Electric blue eyes Always be near me Electric blue eyes I need you Na,
I'm still remembering the day I gave my life away I'm still remembering the time you said you'd be mine Yesterday was cold and bare because you were not
I've got a picture in my head, in my head. It's me and you, we are in bed, we are in bed. You've always been there when I call, when I call. You've
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen We were the rebels of the rebel scene He wore Doc Martens in the sun Drinking vintage cider having fun We were drinking
Who will save the war child baby? Who controls the key? The web we weave is thick and sordid Fine by me At times of war we're all the losers There's
I would like to state my vision Life was so unfair We live in our secure surroundings And people die out there Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed
I haven't changed but my life has People are strange when it's like as I did something wrong to them And I don't even know your name No, I don't even
It was the fearful night of December 8th He was returning home from the studio late He had perceptively known that it wouldn't be nice Because in 1980
