: Valsesito criollo tranquito cortado sambo guaraguero, cholita mimosa Dibujan figuras de alegre compas Y van separados mientras que en el alma hay mutuos
Valsesito criollo tranquito cortado sambo guaraguero, cholita mimosa Dibujan figuras de alegre compas Y van separados mientras que en el alma hay mutuos
I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they
Le soleil a deserte notre village Et la neige est venue recouvrir nos toits Toi tu es partie pour suivre un vagabond volage Mon amour au printemps tu
La Primavera comincio un po' di tempo prima e l'erba si vedeva appena e noi stavamo bene nell'aria mite del mattino le felci ancora chiuse tu che abbassavi
La presenza dell' artiglieria nei paesi del meridione uniti nella lotta allo straniero sotto il Regno delle Due Sicilie. E i movimenti prevedibili delle
Di nuovo il vento, sferza la vela crescono i bimbi, i fiori, il frumento Antiche eta di guerra ed amore leggere ninfe baciano i fiori Di nuovo il vento
Cobre-te canalha Na mortalha Hoje o rei vai nu Os velhos tiranos De ha? mil anos Morrem como tu Abre uma trincheira Companheira Deita-te no cha?o Sempre
Summer's gone, the years have past My friends did change, a few did last Smallest dream, pushed a side The largest one that changes my life
fail and fall to the ground Bearing the fruit from Jara's hands Fences that fail and fall to the ground Bearing the fruit from Jara's hands
We set our sails and the sorrows passed us by like cherry-trees with their blossoms all floating through the air We made a wish while the angels boogalooed
Hoy desperte en la manana Pensando que nada podria cambiar El sentimiento que llevo tan dentro Ya no me deja respirar Donde andaras? En que lugar encontrare
TELL ME OF SPRING Come to me at Spring every little thing just makes me want you so I, I'm like the worn leaf Blowing to and from until I find
words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie Victor Jara of Chile Lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs and
Why does winter Always make you wait For a glimpse of sun? Takes a simple clue Or leap of faith To know the time will come When long, cold nights Fade
She's back real late yet she don't seem to care She hangs around outside in late night air Burning tears upon a smiling face And she's caught in the fires
a safe position back against the wall a simple shrug to shrug the questions off there's no action there is no reaction coveted, i fight the consequence
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem
