era mas que natural. Marti me hablo de la amistad y creo en el cada dia, aunque la cruda economia ha dado luz a otra verdad. El mundo tiene la
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
She keeps it simple And I am thankful for her kind of lovin' 'Cause it's simple No longer do we wonder if we're together We're way past that And I've
Reach for higher ground About the way you look Way you scream out loud Mine, just like the last time It's all the same to me, she said Let's pretend
and we've got to make time You'll love it, soaring high above it Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue Send a radio to Rio De Janeiro with a big
Llene de libros mi maleta Tambien de fotos tuyas de antes Dibuje tu sonrisa junto a la mia Me dormi con tu abrigo en el sofa Quiero estar a tu lado
What's in between and all one's hopes and fears I feel that January's cold shall never disappear Empty sky the bitterness unfolds Its hard to hold a
January, oh How I lived a childhood in snow And all my teens in tow, stuffed in strata of clothes Pale the winter days after dark Wandering the gray memorial park, a
More than the concrete Christ More than a distant land Over a shining sea More than a hungry child More like another time Born of a million years More than a
Despue?? de enero sigue abril Tal vez estoy equivocada No sa?¦a??a¬? ni ce«?o terminar, si todave?? no he empezado Ta?¦a ±a¬? eres culpable si yo soy
nights and empty streets Sleepy town, humble home yes Same old waltz in the wind By the railroad track Riding out to a country bridge Moonlight shining across the ridge Frozen trees neath a
de Janeiro Want heus dat zie je zo in Rio in Rio de Janeiro En ben je in Rio in Rio in Rio de Janeiro Zeg je Het is er zo in Rio in Rio de Janeiro
breeding for two january twenty something, let 'em line up and slide away someone dialed up my line today this song was a fever-dream, first new year's greeting on my answering machine, a
a tu carino Despues de marzo va septiembre Mis pensamientos son de nina Despues de enero sigue abril Tal ves estoy desconcertada No se hasta donde voy a a
Restons ici Le soleil est moins pale Le vent moins sideral L'eau est bleue Bleu turquoise Tu vas mieux D'ici on voit couler Les rivieres de janvier Restons
e l'inferno nel mondo del buon Dio. Fate che giunga a Voi con le sue ossa stanche seguito da migliaia di quelle facce bianche fate che a voi ritorni
suo alzarsi cosi all?improvviso, del suo esser solitario, compie il miracolo, e sublime il marciapiede, oggi mi prendo una pausa e la dedico a te, mi
