madruga. Y es que no tengo apetito, ni como ni le pido peras al olmo ni en ti me embeleso borracho de la madruga. Amurallasteis las chabolas de mi estampa
Traducción: Poncho K. Borracho De La Madrugada.
por la voluntad. Porque no llevo sombrero de colmo ni palmas de atrezo ni lengua de esmero soy un borracho de la madruga. Y es que no tengo apetito, ni
por la voluntad. Porque no llevo sombrero de colmo ni palmas de atrezo ni lengua de esmero soy un borracho de la madruga. Y es que no tengo apetito,
SHRUTIS: The Revealing Science of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the
It's after midnight and everyone's in their room And I'm just waiting for the lights to go out But in the mean time, I'm ringin', ringin' your phone I
de madrugada Caminando por las calles sin amor Oficinas con las luces apagadas Y vidrieras con letreros de neon Como es triste la ciudad de madrugada
(brooker / reid) * In the wee small hours of sixpence And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For
madrugada que parece nunca acabar Esta noche de angustiosa calma Quedate conmigo Hasta que la luz se haga esta madrugada Quiero despertar Porque no puede ser verdad Esta mala hora Esta madrugada
En vanlig morgon (klockan ringer) Klar mig, ater frukost (mjolk o flingor) Tvattar hander, borstar tander, oppnar dorren, springer ner for trappan, ut
Lift me out of this struggle Lift me out on the other side with all these signs of a trial nothing will keep it open suicides and murder are revolting
O'youth seek not others for you're seeking hell waste not young life in vain Sight of flesh so tender only brings heartache and pain It's all mirage in
Sngin' to the world It's time we let the spirit come in Let it come on in I'm singin' to the world Everybody's caught in the spin Look at where we've
If these walls could talk they'd whisper just hold on Don't let the sunshine in this place If we lose the night it might not be the same, not the same
As the sky's a flame, he stood high upon that hill Only him to blame, on his limbs this frozen chill That calls on him, the glow's beyond these mountainsides
In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast alseep You lie awake thinking of the girl Never even think of counting sheep
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) (Remember looking at the haunted grace bow down to the storm? remember searching for a familiar face with no one there to mourn