Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when
Ladies and gentlemen Today is a day for mourning and remembering They had a hunger to explore The universe and discover its truths And they had that
Los Angeles You [incomprehensible] You have never been in love Until you've seen the stars Reflect in the reservoirs And you have never been in love
Te conoci un dia de enero, con la luna en mi nariz Y como vi que eras sincero En tus ojos me perdi Que torpe distraccion Y que dulce sensacion Y ahora
1, 2, 1, 2, yo, check this out It's the jump off right now I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down An' report to the pit, the gravel
Soy ciudadano del amor, llevo dogal de belleza entre la hombrera y la cabeza, entre rodilla y cinturon. Haciendo critica social me perfume de valiente
I know you told me this before I know you told me this a million times You say you don't know how you feel You don't know if you even love me anymore
All I can hear is the clucking of tongues I can see them plucking at crumbs of conversations A drunk uncle's breath and they're touching my hand As now
"La Marcha Real" ?Viva Espana! Cantemos todos juntos con distinta voz y un solo corazon. ?Viva Espana! Desde los verdes valles al inmenso mar, un himno
Pull the shades, I'll stay here in the dark tonight. Because I'm afriad I might catch a glimpse of myself in the light. I hate this fucking song, but
Burn your past on a stake Burn you values and views Burn and let the furnace breath Burn, just fucking burn The breathing furnace The breathing furnace
i can't feel my fingers as i hold on for my life. quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try. i have defined january. the end of another new
Something in you caused me to Take a new tact with you You were going through something I had just about scraped through Why do you think I let you get
There's a place in the sun for anyone Who has the will Chase one and I think I found mine Yes, I do believe I have found mine So, close your eyes And
I was a good kid I wouldn?t do you no harm I was a nice kid With a nice paper-round Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you With God?s help I know
The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you So don't let the blue
You must be wondering how the boy next door turned out Have a care but don't stare because he's still there Lamenting policewomen, policemen Silly women
All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be