Paroles:
El Vagón

en barcos de papel. Estas perdido entre las sombras caminas hacia atras. Vas pensando que un dia llegue la suerte a su lugar. Siempre queda el viejo vagon

Je suis un aigle, je vole tres haut Je suis un serpent, je rampe tres bas Je suis un homme blanc, je suis un homme noir Peut-etre Amerindiens, je ne sais

Mi e sembrato un cinese pallido per via del neon alla fiamma del suo ronson ci scopriamo vis a vis ci scambiamo qualche si wagon lits c'e nell'aria un

Soon this space will be too small And I?ll go outside To the huge hillside Where the wild winds blow And the cold stars shine I?ll put my foot On

(Serge Lama - Claude Perraudin) Mes mains, mes pauvres mains, Cherchant vaille que vaille A debusquer tes seins Sous ta cotte de mailles, Tes freres

(Dickie Peterson & Leigh Stephens) Instrumental jammin'

There's a way I feel right now Wish you'd help me, don't know how But we're all nuts so who helps who? Some help when no one's got a clue And baby, why

Gonna paint our wagon Gonna paint it good We ain't braggin' We're gonna coat that wood. There Gonna paint that wagon There Gonna paint it good They aint

do you know yourself do you know the others can you pull the weight that rides on another's shoulders once you've lost yourself to the acceptance mask