Tercüme: Gun Club. Pastoral Hide \u0026amp; Seek (Lost Song).
Tercüme: José Luis Perales. Bir Papaz için şarkı.
a ver si el pastor toca su mano o su bebe. Una sea±ora le pide: A?Cureme! El pastor llora representando el papel Aha viene Judas, vestido de pastor
Quann'io nascette ninno 'a cuorpo a mamma, a Napule nascette muorto 'e famma. E muorto 'e famma nun appena nato, mammella mia dicette :"E' nato un'altro
(Che abbondanza di pesce! Ai giorni miei mai tanti ne prendei,piene le reti, ho pieni ancora i sandali,e le nasse, e son piene le casse,ed hor che tanto
abballavano 'na quatriglia.... Porta la veste rossa la quatrana. Porta la veste rossa la quatrana, e la quatrana ch'e bbona a me piace d'a pazzia'! Chesta e 'a canzone
Tercüme: Noel şarkıları. Çoban, gel, Tüm gel.
Tercüme: Noel şarkıları. Sizin çobanlar, Awake!.
Tercüme: Noel şarkıları. , My Shepherd gel.
Tercüme: Noel şarkıları. Lütfen pastoral şarkıları getir.
Hark all ye shepherds, come join in our song. Hark all ye shepherds, for Jesus is born. Lo he is lying, born in a manger, Jesus, annointed to be our Savior
Come, all ye shepherds, ye children of earth, Come ye, bring greetings to yon heavenly birth. For Christ the Lord to all men is given, To be our Savior
Shepherd of Love, You knew I had lost my way; Shepherd of Love, You cared that I'd gone astray. You sought and found me, placed around me Strong arms
Mary, Mary hush, see the Child Joseph, Joseph, look see how mild This is Jesus; this is our King This is our Savior, his praises we sing.
swathing bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels praising God and thus Addressed their joyful song
: Es viernes santo en Sevilla la de los peines esta en los balcones atavia con la mantilla y el pelo lleno de flores Pastora esta en un balcon la Macarena
: Rise up! Take your lyre and sing Listen! To the news I bring Frosty breath on the window See a friend in the snow that gently falls Feel the truth
: Un paraiso detras de cada mirada Una mano que salta, me cubre la espalda, donde me llegara... Cuanta vida hay en un alfiler cuando el hilo se mete