Tu que saliste una manana si saber a donde ivas Un nombre una direccion, un barco para America Cerrado en un abrigo un beso para angelica Tu que dejaste
Ester why do you look all blue? What did I say to you to make you feel all blue? Ester when you walk in the room Everybody turns to look at you And that
She paints pictures of the sky She hides feelings in her eyes She dances behind shadows You'll be there when she needs you When she smiles at you She
Distracted by each career milestone Though they're all in his hands He set up his best ones for weeks And the questions all get answered Before they're
The people outside have umbrellas and faces that look like they're wondering "will i be dead soon?" I wish I could tell them, I wish I could feed them
so what pull my teeth with your rabid foamin teeth you know what you're a freak you gotta a lot to say so what's the matter with you you took a look at
It was late one fall night at a fairground near town When Esther first saw the Armenian man Who groveled toward her and stood by her side With a bucket
Now, now we could just exchange numbers but then that be boring Come an' sit front row in the range 'Cause I'm flooring it Tryin' getcha away from the
Una barca en el puerto me espera no se donde me ha de llevar no ando buscando grandeza solo esta tristeza deseo curar me marcho y no pienso en la vuelta
How many rivers of blood must spill? How many more people killed? I'm tired of hearing about politics I want to know when the killing will end Senseless
(Apparently they were travelling abroad) (And they picked up some hitchhikers) [Jade:] "Oh God...." [Wife:] "Wake up you're dreaming." [Jade:] "What?" [
Marchita tu mandragora se hundio Manana de gloria Suicida y elegante desperto Fragil belladona A la deriva por el Nilo va Derrama su vida y no le teme
Abroad Let me see your passport Please take off your glasses Gotta get through customs, taxi, baggage You know you still love me Sicily to the U.K Keep
(for Jenny) I'm a working alien in a land of heat and stone a casulaty of an economic war that took me away from home. It's the politics of money and
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun Taking on the locals, every man jack of 'em Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs No excuse is good enough Arrogant
Here comes the curve, things have changed from what they were I don't know what to think, every time you speak is sounding more absurd. Can't process
J'aimerais que ce telegramme Soit le plus beau telegramme De tous les telegramme Que tu recevras jamais Et qu'ouvrant mon telegramme Et lisant ce telegramme
My strange uncles from abroad Yes, I never met 'em But I took everything they wrote And I'll never forget 'em Through the mystical communication Deep