Lletres:
Fred Filho

Prodigal Son The Loneliest place in the world is without you Too many of my days Lord, I've trued to seond there Searching for what I know was only found

How chill is morning, how cold its melody. On a season of withering, when time stands still I listened and the wind spoke to me, I heard the woods

Traducció: Hammond, Fred. Fill pròdig.

: llega la navidad con sabor de masapan de turron de mileles y demas vamos a celebara la familia en el hogar nuestra noche buena una vez mas con nueces

One more hotel it's 12 o'clock we're checking out Still confused and slow to move to get on the bus, The driver keeps that Memphis smile for his good

The loneliest place in the world is without You Too many of my days Lord, I've tried to spend there Searching for what I know was only found in You I

La vi por ultima vez, aquella tarde, cuando mi alegria, poco a poco se alejaba, y el pobre corazon, melancolico y cobarde, al contemplar su rostro, fallaba