Translation: Ramon Ayala. Bitter Pill.
: Me gustan tus besos y hasta cuando amargan y un soplo de viento que da hay en tu cara y yo no quiero mas Te lo tengo dicho que no seas mas tonta dejame
fuiste no se porque, Yo se que me querias y se que me adorabas, Por si acaso quieres regresar te voy a esperar, te voy a esperar Tragos de amargo liqor
Me gustan tus besos y hasta cuando amargan y un soplo de viento que da hay en tu cara y yo no quiero mas Te lo tengo dicho que no seas mas tonta dejame
fuiste no se porque, Yo se que me querias y se que me adorabas, Por si acaso quieres regresar te voy a esperar, te voy a esperar Tragos de amargo
quem a SIDA Foi escolher para morrer Coracoes amargos Mentes viciadas Sorrisos tao bem desfarcados So queria um amigo Para conversar Para poder desabafar Coracoes amargos
In your white lace And your wedding bells You look the picture Of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool Who believed your lies I wish this
Bitter branches spreading out There's none more bitter than the wood Into the wide world it grows Twisting under soldiers' feet Standing in line and
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It
This bitter earth, what fruit it bears What good is love that no one shares And if my life is like the dust that hides the glow of a rose What good am
But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour life. .... But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour
Bitter Side Of Sweet (Clint Black/Hayden Nicholas) She asked me how love gets along with me all by myself. Wonders how I keep from getting dust upon
Bitter fruit hangs under the care of the skeleton tree Its roots rest above the settling dust Which will rise and fall, only this time will not return
In my heart sent My confession, my condolence You're indefinite, you're incompetent, inconsiderate You're so childish I will push you out of what is
Sometimes I'm tired and I wonder What's so all-fired important About being someplace at some time Oh, but I don't really mind 'Cause I could be on easy
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years
