Translation: Frans Bauer and Marianne Weber. Blue Spanish Eyes.
Ces voyages Qui m'emmenent plus loin Toujours plus loin Tous ces rivages Que j'ai connus Et dont je ne sais rien Tous ces visages Que je croyais Ne jamais
sound of Carlos Santana In the GMB ghetto blues From the refugee camps Oh Maria, Maria She remind me of a West Side story Growin' up in Spanish Harlem
hold Please say si, si Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me Blue Spanish eyes prettiest eyes In all of Mexico Two Spanish eyes please smile
the beginning Means of the beginning of the end The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
in at the beginning becomes the beginning of the end. The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies. You can see the hate in my eyes. Its no surprise
(Words & music by B. Kaemfert - C. Singleton - E. Snyder) Blue Spanish eyes teardrops are falling from your Spanish eyes Please please don't cry, this
rough I hope their skin is tough like Spanish leather Can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine I can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet
(M. G. Greaves) Frank loved the blue Big open skies Played an old concertina Singing loola lullabies Frank loved an angel With black Spanish eyes And
you But you couldn't understand my lines Girl its like in our chemistry There was something that gave me the sign From the moment that I saw your spanish eyes
Comitted at twenty two Just to get over you My belly aches blue Lorazepam flu I'm down for the count Always three times a day Sometimes four A bee stings
the sound of Carlos Santana And the GMB Ghetto blues from the refugee camp Oh Maria, Maria She remind me of a westside story Growing up in Spanish Harlem
He looked down into her blue eyes, and said "Say a prayer for me". She Threw her arms around him, whispered "God will keep us free" They could hear the
do? Lady of Spain, I'm appealing Why should my lips be concealing All that my eyes are revealing? Lady of Spain, I love you Night in Madrid, blue and tender Spanish
though, you might need 'em over off the edge of the bed hangin bubble fuck, head bangin' sideways, double tuck i got a private dorm, carbonated spanish
Where does the weather go when I see blue around the gold Circling the atmosphere in California clear ? Where does the time go when today turns into long
make money to spend on hoes But I, fucks hoes, and make them hoes buy my clothes You both from head to toe, converse on my feet You call me young Spanish
your cheekbone, thick and veluptuous, I wish that we could be alone. I would love to touch you, rub you, see what's covered up under that greasy blue