Tu no me supiste querer.... solo me hiciste sufrir... y hoy que me marcho mujer me vienes a decir que mueres por mi... sabe Dios que pagara porque asi
BF, EGJ, ist jeden Berg zu ubersehen Kein Rap aus der Box sondern schwer Realitat Harter Sound und ein Rapper, der auch Ahnung hat von dieser Welt da
Asi podremos gritar porque algun mal desgarrara penas que en vida surcan sin parar y sin gloria que demostrar desfilando hacia ese lugar. Asi marchamos
En hammare runt halsen och hatta utav stal nasarna som forebild och var flagga som symbol en barsarkar-marsch i staden varje ar men ar det vikingar,
Elle est plus triste que celle de Frederic Chopin. On l'entend pas dans les eglises, l'dimanche matin. Sa voix est lancinante comme celle d'un nouveau
I want to sing into your eyes, your dilated eyes die criminal die are you the kind of man that would hold your breath to part with your lungs are
Con mi dolor me voy de aqui no volvere jamas a ti Nunca sabras lo que he llorado por ti me marchare me marchare lejos de ti Manana tal vez me recuerdes
Ya no me quieres por eso me voy donde no atormentes a mi corazon Por que yo he notado que hay alguien mas por que en tus besos solo hay frialdad Me
Once I had my heroes Once I had my dreams But all of that is changed now They've turned things inside out The truth is not so comfortable, no And
Walk into my room Ask me jerky questions Don't mean what you say Immaculate protection Play by the rules So close to the vest Hope that all's not lost
There's a window in my head. There's a window in my heart. I look out of them when I'm sleepy and then I fall apart. Things are crumbling outside
Fame and fortune, facts of life Most of what makes it is useless tripe So change the angle of the battle plan To hit the target Fame and fortune,
I have slipped into I have slipped into Saw those creatures in the back of my heart Opened the door and attacked them at the start Pushed my blood
People did not like that man Max Ernst. (The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus) He was so irrational Max Ernst. (Garden Airplane-Trap, Garden
This is not a photograph - no (This is not a photograph) And these are not the Elysian Fields (This is not a photograph) This is not a bigot's
Ah! Ah! Yo me voy a marchar a otro lugar. Yo me quiero marchar. Esperare por la manana sentada en el anden Un tren que no tiene paradas ni se