a vivir. Son canciones que traspasan como flechas, te agujerean la memoria y despues las repetis. Son canciones que matan, son canciones que matan, ?Canciones
: Arboles de la barranca por que no han enverdesido Es que no los han regado con agua del rio florido Me puse a amar a una mujer con la ilusion de amar
cabeza a vivir. Son canciones que traspasan como flechas, te agujerean la memoria y despues las repetis. Son canciones que matan, son canciones que matan, ?Canciones
me Noone seems to care They just went away And left it standing there All alone on Christmas Eve I hear the Christmas bell The happy people singing The songs
(Johnny Marks) Rocking around the Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop Mistletoe hung where you can see Every couple tries to stop Rocking around
Plante un arbre, plante un arbre, plante un arbre Plante un arbre, c?est la vie, oh yeah Plante un arbre, plante un arbre, plante un arbre Plante un arbre
to fight It?s time to get in the spotlight And spill blood I?m bleeding and bleeding still, Even if it hurts, I want to stand ?You know, it?s like an old song
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen Whispering through the frozen morning light And tell me what's to come Saying my time is near Never fear
I came to town to search for gold And I brought with me a memory And I seem to hear the night wind cry Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree Your dreams
Raincoats. Finlandia. Raincoats and lakes. The best words, I take along in my field bag. Across the morning, the beautiful air, I will be aware. I'll
With a hey and a hee and a hoo hoo With a hee and a hoo and a hah hah With a hoo and a hah and a hee hee I'm the happiest Christmas tree Hoo hoo hoo,
the cars roll by and I just want to die I'm just singing the same old song its going, its going, its Gone I'm just SICK of the Same Old Song As
Chestnut roasting on an open fire Jack Frost snipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Don't wait for me at the willow tree Love will be waiting for you The wind through the leaves plays a symphony Harmony, rhapsody too Don't bend with
As she sits in the corner Face to the floor She dispels smoke from from her lips And slowly floats away with it Letting go of so much pain Her tears are
The volume of our bodies is causing the waters to rise Why do we cry out only when things go wrong? How would you feel if I only sang sad songs? The
This call is meant to be brief a simple hello ending with goodbye Then you say hello now, I am melting and now my goodbye becomes a goodnight I don't
