s de quererla, quedA? entre sus brazos Ay Cuco PeA±a, ay alma en pena Ay Cuco PeA±a, no era la buena Ay Cuco PeA±a, ay alma en pena Ay Cuco PeA±a, no
Representa la lucha interior de Jesús. La melodía del violín expresa el baile de una gitana, y la parte central del tema (el cuco
Traducción: Mágico de Oz. 5. El Cuco Y La Zíngara.
Traducción: Mágico de Oz. El Cuco Y La Zíngara.
Traducción: Tália. Cuco Pena.
: [Representa la lucha interior de Jesus. La melodia del violin expresa el baile de una gitana, y la parte central del tema (el cuco), encarna el sexo
[Representa la lucha interior de Jesus. La melodia del violin expresa el baile de una gitana, y la parte central del tema (el cuco), encarna el sexo.] [
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better white blooms to white
It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white
Glad to see you, I had a funny dream And you were wearing funny shoes, you were going to a dance You were dressed like a punk but you are too young to
El relojito cucu sonaba Papa beso mi frente Me dijo buenas noches hijito Y me apago la luz Oye cucu papa se fue Prende la luz Que tengo miedo Oye
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain Run like a river, fall like a fountain The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy How I lost my boy The king in I died He kept floating past my eyes And singing his songs Life was
(Monsterpiece Theatre overture plays as we pan in on Cookie Monster seated in his chair wearing his lovely red smoking jacket.) Cookie Monster: Good
1. Auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck sim-sa-la-dim bam-ba sa-la-du sa-la-dim auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck saß. 2. Da kam ein junger Jäqer ... da
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She sings as she flies She never gets lonesome Till the first day of July I've gambled in England And I've gambled