triste de trompeta Por un pasado que murio Y que llora Y que gime Como yo Aaah aaah aaah? aay? Aaah aaah aaah? aay Con tanto llanto de trompeta Mi
Translation: Raphael. Balada De La Trompeta.
Balada triste de trompeta Por un pasado que murio Y que llora Y que gime Como yo Aaah aaah aaah? aay? Aaah aaah aaah? aay Con tanto llanto de trompeta
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
cell At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho, there the Grail remains At the trumpets
Have you heard, have you heard, There's a new tooter in with the Tin pan parade, Pass the word, pass the word, 'cause it's some toy trumpet brigade.
depths I want to be with you To find myself In the best of dreams Your love feels like trumpets Your love feels like trumpets Just like trumpets Please
Speed leaving without warning I need some place to sleep tonight Blowing in the rocking of the pine Speed leaving without warning The sunlight is going
I had me a vision There wasn't any television From looking into the sun I'm looking into the sun We got to think quick Says the blind ST.Nick hey From
Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it Last night he could not make it On a holiday, for many miles Looking for a place
As soon as I get my head around you I come around catching sparks off you I get an electric shock from you A secondhand living just won't do And the
In a place they say is dead In the lake that's like an ocean I count about a billion head All the time, there's a motion Palace of the brine Palace of
One fine day in my odd past I picked me up a transmission I turned the fission ignition Went looking for the broadcaster And when I first touched some
We needed something to move and fill up the space We needed something this always is just the case Jefrey with one F, Jefrey took up his place Sat on
This is a song about something there There is something about this song We did the clubs what ass I was hoping to have her in the sack I was looking
At the station, at the border An egression to the exterior Law and order Upward plantation I remember your red dress Like a field full of poppy It was
