creo en la sinceridad Del que cree no saber nada Crees que existe una escalera la luna (x4) Dime si tu, Crees que existe una escalera a la luna (x4) ?
la luna no dejaba de llorar... De envidia la luna lloraba al mirar, como a la estrella le querian mas. Eran sus ojos capaces de amar por eso la luna
Je vous ai rencontre un soir au clair de lune Depuis ce soir d'ete vous etes ma fortune Chaque soir au clair de lune je sens revivre l'amour Que tu eprouves
Les souvenirs que j'ai dans mon coeur Ne sont que des souvenirs passes Un beau jours ils reviendront peut-etre Quand la lune deviendra doree. Oh! quand
If you want to write a song about the moon Walk along the craters of the afternoon When the shadows are deep And the light is alien And gravity leaps
If you want to write a song about the moon Walk along the craters of the afternoon When the shadows are deep and the light is alien And gravity leaps
I pictured a rainbow You held it in your hands I had flashes, you saw the plan I wandered out in the world for years While you just stayed in your room
C moon, C moon, C moon is she C moon, C moon, C moon to me How come no one older than me ever seems To understand the things I wanna to do? It will be
Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so Hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his eyes were all a glow I bear orders from the captain
Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon There is no moon above When love is far away too Till it comes
Check in outta space Find me a suitable plot Build myself a place There I will stay For a year and a day Until the cares of my life blow away And I will
En el cielo azul tapaba al astro lunar Era tal el candor que despedia al volar Que la luna no dejaba de llorar No dejaba de llorar De envidia la luna
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) I have the moon in my bed Every night down she falls I have the moon in my bed I had nothing, now I have it all And I have
Was that a shooting star I saw? It's rare for me to make a wish at all Because I feel that I can only hope These dangerous times, we are barely afloat
(Adapt. & Arranged by Yarrow/Stookey/Travers/Okun) Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell Tell me why you hurry, so. Hush my boy now hush and listen And his
