Traducción: Rojas, Jorge. Quem pediu perdão.
Traducción: Yuri. Quem te perguntou Amor.
ha pedido amor, que culpa tengo yo, si te has enamorado Quien te ha pedido amor, De eso no se hablo, no te he pedido amor Quien te ha pedido amor
Dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin' Dancin' I feel like the DJ is my bodyguard You see the way he keeps me safe with the treble and that
Oh my god You done lost yo muthafucking mind You must have lost yo mind You must've just lost yo mind (Yo mind) You must've just lost yo mind (Yo mind
Pick up the phone, call up the line Call up the request line Call up the line Call up the request line So call up the line Get down wit, down wit us
I feel like the DJ is my bodyguard You see the way he keeps me safe With the treble and that bass I feel free enough to party hard This dress won't go
I remember when I first laid eyes on you My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, ?Hi? When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line You
What I'll give you since you asked is all my time together Take the rugged sunny days, the warm and rocky weather Take the roads that I have walked along
Bloody nose, empty pockets A rented car with trunk full of guns It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas I seen it once She might have been somebody
What I'll give you since you've asked Is all my time together? Take the rugged sunny days The warm and rocky weather Take the roads that I have walked
Something's wrong inside her problems she can't hide I'm a victim of a good time my life is over now and it hasn't yet begun she left me here to die mommy
I remember when I first layed eyes on you My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say hi When I finally built up enough nerve to drop an eye
I don't know the hardcore book of rules, but I have yet succeded Instead of complaining on my life, guide me and show me the way Show me the way! Show
Questions flew And words were hurled into the air And when the smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I used my words like bullets in a gun To pick your
Constant slow moving ocean Can you hear me? Do you fear me? Can witches' magic potions ever cure me? And make heaven seem so dangerous, but so safe Could