cartas marcar. Cosa de bien o malestar Todo se empieza a despertar Con este polvo que ha llovido. Que aun nos cuesta respirar He divagado por la noche marchar
vamos a gozar yo soy primero, y el son que yo les toque an de bailar, pa de hoy en adelante, yo soy malo, solo cartas marcadas han de ver, y tu vas a
Translation: Pedro Infante. Marked Cards.
I was born I was born I was born I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (Learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets
Girl you are groove You're like the planets when you move See the winter 'coming In a two finned caddy Gonna walk upon the waters Go ooo yea Girl
Will you climb up to get me, release your grip I've got time to be wasted don't try to leave, don't try to leave It seems to me that I'm never sober,
THE CARDS: Bum bum bum bum Painting the roses red We're painting the roses red We dare not stop or waste a drop So let the paint be spread! We're painting
There are times You can't help but to cry And time won't heal By and by There are times You can't hold back the tears And hurt won't heal With the years
Ahora soy un mendigo Que camina por las calles perdido. No me siento bien Hoy perdi la fe La suerte juega con cartas sin marcar No se puede cambiar.
it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Company sound off! Ho, the aim of our patrol Is a question rather droll For to march
Oh, we march from here to there And it doesn't matter where You can hear us push Through the deepest bush With a military air! With a military air! We
My death is like a swinging door A patient girl who knows the score Whistle for her And the passing time My death waits like a desperate truth At
Translation: Marc Almond. Love Letter.
Translation: Calamaro, Andres. Letters Without Flag.
Translation: The Jungle Book. Colonel Hathi's march.
