Translation: Paul \u0026 Paula. Hey Paula.
fi non stops yeah [CHORUS] Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya We not stray Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Know Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya Hey Ya We mek step to the
na na, na na na na, hey Jude Na, na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Na, na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude ...
travelled to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding day My mother travelled to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding day Hey, Motswala, hey Motswala, hey, Motswala, hey
man Bip bop, bip bop bam Bip bop, bip bop band This is a little song called "Hey, Diddle, I want you back" Hey, Diddle, I want you back Diddle, I want you back Hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey Hey hey, marshall
Pedro y Pablo eran hermanos y amigos inseparables quedaron abandonados cuando murieron sus padres pedro el mayor se decia que a pablo nada le falte Pedro
to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding day My mother travelled to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding day Hey, Motswala, hey Motswala, hey, Motswala, hey
, WAITING SINCE WHEN YOU WERE BORN FOR A MOMENT WHEN EVERYTHING?S ALRIGHT, AND EVERYTHING?S ALL WHITE, BUT I JUST CAN?T WAIT ANYMORE HEY PAUL WHERE HAVE
, waiting since when you were born for a moment when everything's alright, and everything's all white, but i just can't wait anymore hey paul where have
you know that it's just you Hey Jude, you'll do The movement you need is on your shoulder Da da da da da da da da da yeah Hey Jude Hey Jude, don't make
hand bip bop be-bop bop bip bop be-bop bam x4 Treat me like a good boy treat me like a man Hey Diddle I want you you back Diddle I want you ba-ck Hey
Hey, hey, Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Yeah! Hey, hey. Ooh, ooh. Hey, hey, yeah! Hey, hey. That's all!
Ay que suerte tengo al verte aca cerca para darte un poco de calor con el mambo del candombe arrimandome a tu vida, poco a poco voy Y a mi corazon lo
Padre Francisco, No les pregunte lo que piensan sobre Cristo, tienen otra preocupacion, Padre Francisco, le han agregado un nuevo clavo al crucifijo,
Ya sale el sol, tinto de cal por entre el ajedrez de la ciudad. Trepa un farol, baja al barrial y se despeina sobre un bolulevard. Timon de luz, viril
Vivimos en un tiempo Sin tiempo que perder Fichando nuestra historia con tarjetas Y presidios de papel Luchamos como bestias Tratando de frenar los dias
Johnny queria tener un bigote Que fuera bien grandote Queria un mostacho de macho cabal Porque la gente respeta y escucha Al hombre de pelo en trucha
