name But she liked the way he played the game Everybody cheered when he scored that Last touchdown Indian summer, the wonder The hunger and the sound of distant thunder Indian
Intrumental
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
Something's wrong today I cross the barricade The police lines evaporate What will I do with all this empty space Seas part for my parade Traffic stops
Leaving, too much blood and not enough stains, shame that only you can see eyes, reflecting pools of fools in there cry, this is just the place where
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Traducción: Fleetwood Mac. Sul Indiana - (Take 1).
Traducción: Paul McCartney. Loup (1 Indian On The Moon).
Traducción: Criticar severamente. POP1.
: Le premier grand chef de ma tribu S'appelait - aigle noir - Guerre apres guerre, les blancs se sont installes Et ont change jusqu'aux noms des hommes
: Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slavery the crime was the color of skin Never
: Los arados, los sembrios las cosechas y su amor, dan al indio en este mundo alegria en su dolor. Por donde quiera que vaya toca triste el rondador
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Le premier grand chef de ma tribu S'appelait - aigle noir - Guerre apres guerre, les blancs se sont installes Et ont change jusqu'aux noms des hommes
Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slavery the crime was the color of skin Never
and everything they say is a lie is a lie now 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks
Los arados, los sembrios las cosechas y su amor, dan al indio en este mundo alegria en su dolor. Por donde quiera que vaya toca triste el rondador porque
Wo sind all die Indianer hin wann verlor das gro?e Ziel den Sinn Dieses alte Bild aus der Kinderzeit zeigt alle Bruder vom Stamm der Gerechtigkeit