que tus anhelos, que el amor es ciego. Su corazon de libelula llora, llora llorando todo el tiempo. Alma en tempestad. Su corazon de libelula amar,
tus anhelos, que el amor es ciego. Su corazon de libelula llora, llora llorando todo el tiempo. Alma en tempestad. Su corazon de libelula amar, amar
: Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelulas azules. El tuyo es un trio de golondrinas en un bosque de papel. Centellas negras atravesando
Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelulas azules. El tuyo es un trio de golondrinas en un bosque de papel. Centellas negras atravesando
This is the first you spoke of it In your black magic house in a cold damp attic Two windows stare at us like eyes Behind them December's dark early morning
Find me Find me in an open sky And then wish me Wish me far from you and free Swallow whole the love I give you Then give it back to me Tell me, what
I was locked up in a crazy place They found me on the streets beggin' for grace I don't remember but they say I lost my mind She was in the garden after
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake Could've been a ladybug on a wind chime But she was born a dragonfly In
I don't owe me any money You don't owe me a thing When we drink beer Dragonflies appear
As the dragonfly flies, as the flowers rise As the sleeping streets of azure bend the fool As the willow weeps, as the lizard peeps Down tepid streams
lange her, daß mich was so fieberhaft packtich streife die gewohnte Haut abund fühl' mich wieder nacktwollte doch nur kosten, aber hat so gut
Da wo ich das erste Mal die Sterne gesehen habe Im selben Ausschnitt des Himmels Kriegsflugzeuge, die sich tummeln Bomber wirbeln, stossen herunter oder
I don?t owe me any money You don?t owe me a thing When we drink beer Dragonflies appear Dragonflies appear
For heaven?s sake oh what?s it gonna take for you to leave me to live my dreams for heaven?s sake I think I might just take all of me and dream dream
The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic but the night that will comes knows all my prayers better
