El domingo me fui a la sanzala, me puse las alas, me senti mejor, porque oyendo un cantar de pioneros me senti mas lleno de Patria y amor. Fue como
Te molesta mi amor, mi amor de juventud, y mi amor es un arte en virtud. Te molesta mi amor, mi amor sin antifaz, y mi amor es un arte de paz.
Un corazon quiso saltar un pozo confiado en la proeza de su sangre y hoy se le escucha delirar de hambre en el oscuro fondo de su gozo. El corazon
Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdio, pastando lo deje y desaparecio. Cualquier informacion bien la voy a pagar. Las flores que dejo no me han querido
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest, though she
She was born to be my Unicorn Robed head of ferns Cat child tutored by the learned. Darkly ghostish host Haggard vizier of the moats Seeks the sandled
A long time ago, when the Earth was green, There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen. And they ran about and played while the Earth was being
You're pulling out your teeth And I'm the Novocaine you pump in your cheek That?s why I'm still around, you've got blood running down your chin But you
A long time ago when the earth was green Why there was more kinda animals than you've ever seen And they just run around free while the earth was bein
And have you been to the carnival Well, I would like to see you And there's a whole lot of people there Who would like to be you With the white unicorn
There is a chapel in the woods Where from the farthest-seeing senses rule There is a scroll inside a casket... Clear blue eyes have worn this outfit Yes
A breeze is tearing down the leaves of the trees (That are) falling asleep in the colors of Fall Again, I can hear that strange beat of the Earth That
Don't call me horse. I'm a unicorn. Mystical, magical, mysterious not plain. Got wings like Pegasus and a nice white coat. I grant wishes and prance in
When the last eagle flies Over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars At the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest Though she may
imagining you being asleep lids embracing beautiful brown eyes wake you from your SLEEP i yearn for you to look at me i become stained with memories
The seven red flames of the cave are lightning the horrible torture constricted to see the regrets to have had the life from his god Airin sheds black
Remember that what you give Is what you get returned And the ancient legend Repeats itself once more More and more you want Nothing else will do And
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest though she may