. Mientras la inocencia se alimente de ilusión, serás bufón de turno sin nada que ofrecer. No tientes a tu suerte, se puede acabar. Doblas las campanas
estoy de vuelta de aprender. Mientras la inocencia se alimente de ilusion, seras bufon de turno sin nada que ofrecer. No tientes a tu suerte, se puede acabar. Doblas las campanas
Translation: Saratoga. Tinkling the Bell Tolls.
I stumble in the night Never really knew what it would've been like You're no longer there to break my fall The heartache over you I'd give it everything
Make us fight on the hill in the early day constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run through the endless grey on they fight for the right
Make his fight on the hills in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run through the endless gray On they fight for their right
[Instrumental]
Originally performed by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are
A city divided The West and the East Tear down the walls And give them release People are marching They're out in the street Shouting for freedom Shouting
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right
The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen She said "Try to run away, don't know what to do Do you
(Instrumental)
(feat. Phonte, Blu & Will.I.Am) [Intro: will.I.am Phonte)] Ready or not... (Ready or not...) Ready or not... (Ready or not...) Ready or not... (Ready
Tactful and discreet The bell tolls five Still raining outside The bell tolls five Still hard to confine The bell tolls five How much have we
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray On they fight, for they are
[Byford/Quinn/Johnson] A city divided The West and the East Tear down the walls Give them release People are marching They're out in the streets Shouting
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run throught the endless grey On they fight, for they are
