Enamorarte mi amor Rosas para amarte para hablarte de mi amor Rosas para hablarte de amor Un millon de rosas Un millon de rosas, rosas, rosas, rosas (
Traducción: Jalisco. Un Millon De Rosas.
There is a rose Grows in the moonlight And just like desire Creeps up in the night You'll never know How deep is the pain Until I hear you say That you
OK Mister media relations, hired & fired in the space of a sentence, and somewhere in between you bounced back at me, I can't believe the garbage you
If you miss the train I'm on Then you'll know that I have gone You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles A 100 miles, a 100 miles A 100 miles, one hundred
La primera noche de cada estacion me la bebo contigo Como aquella noche, era la primera El invierno se anclo en una esquina de la primavera Fueron pasando
(Millions of roses) every single day If I bought a flower for each happy hour That you and your love have made life sweet Millions of roses millions
I love to watch you move swaying like a child I have always wanted to know you Then you gave to me, the greatest gift of all your stories Sunrise in the
Cuando escribiras tu cuento que cuente las cosas que yo siento cuando daras a mi padre un poco de tiempo para hablarme cuando pasara, cuando pasara Cae
Lady Love, are you sad today? Come and sway with me over here Sorry sunlight jaded forever, I don't like it cold in the summer No need for the wasteland
It's easy to see when you're blind How walks in the park are mountains to climb And it's easy tell at a glance How hard it must seem When you don't stand
When I call you will you tell me what to do Cos I've reached a point where I depend on you To supply me and rewind me every time that I go down On the
Every other morning I lie in bed awake And wonder why the dawning Always has to break Could it be it must As we all expect it to Could it be I just Simply
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
What would I ever do with a rose? How would it ever get me high? What would I ever do with a rose? How would it ever get me by? How would it ever get
Dear Heart, So black and I know that you're broken. From words that she has never spoken. So now our lives are laced with a tragedy. We're drifting,