Pienso en otonos que ya fueron, pienso en inviernos que volvieron, sin ti, no es igual. Busco en tus ojos mi destierro; sigo tus pasos, voy a tientas
All the fear has left me now I'm not frightened anymore It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh It's my mouth that pushes out this breath And if I
There are two of us talking in circles And one of us who wants to leave In a world created for only us An empty cage that had no key Don't you know that
Under a blackened sky Far beyond the glaring streetlights Sleeping on empty dreams The vultures lie in wait You lay down beside me then You were with
All the fear has left me now I?m not frightened anymore It?s my heart that pounds beneath my flesh It?s my mouth that pushes out this breath And if I
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Well in the bog there was a hole
It?s mine but you can have some With you I?d like to share it ?Cause if I share it with you You?ll have some too Well if I have a cake to eat If I have
Op de grote stille heide, Dwaalt de herder eenzaam rond Wijl de witgewolde kudde Trouw bewaakt wordt door de hond En al dwalend ginds en
It's always more fun To share with everyone It's always more fun To share with everyone If you have two Give one to your friend If you have three Give
Slusaj me, sit sam svih uvreda, cuti i samo se smej, pas koji laje ne ujeda cuti i bice o kej. Ko me je icim zaduzio, a pamcenje imam ko slon, dobice
You're looking kinda lonely girl would you like someone new to talk to ah yeah alright I'm feeling kinda lonely too if you don't mind can I sit down here
There is only one thing that can fill my chest As I go through the options that are useless Looking for a reason, there's something to live for Everything
In a puddle by the trail Flips its tiny tail Just like a great big whale But smaller than a snail It's a pollywog in a bog Swims under soggy logs One
Oh, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley, oh Oh, the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley, oh In this bog there was a tree A rare tree, a rattlin
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The Old Bog Road: Teresa Brayton My feet are here on Broadway This blessed harvest morn, But oh! the ache thatA?s in my heart For the spot where I
The sigh of summer upon my return Fifteen alike since I was here Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail Snuffing the first morning rays Weary from what
why ask why not it goes with this night so will it ever stop will it always be this hard there will always be a jar of ash there will always be an unfit
