Aprender a reirse torvamente, a mirar de reojo en los bautizos, a negar el asiento a las senoras, a orinar dibujando circulitos. Aprender a fruncir el
Ni se paga con dinero ni se vende libertad ganas me dan de hartarme de reir. Que animal no me extrana que te sientas infeliz. Ser el rey del hormiguero
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: Aprender a reirse torvamente, a mirar de reojo en los bautizos, a negar el asiento a las senoras, a orinar dibujando circulitos. Aprender a fruncir
: Ni se paga con dinero ni se vende libertad ganas me dan de hartarme de reir. Que animal no me extrana que te sientas infeliz. Ser el rey del hormiguero
Я знаю, ты опять не спишь У окон до утра стоишь С застывшей от обиды на щеке слезой Зайдя, небрежно обниму, Ты скажешь ласково: люблю Не замечая запах
Spring was never waiting for us dear It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing
perdido fuiste cobarde y la gente lo sabe, ya nunca jamas seremos amigos Eres un canalla tu no eres mi amigo eres un cobarde pero tu que te has creido Eres un canalla
So now you want the whole world To notice that you've come around Now you expect we'll see how You're really so much better now But I know the truth I
It wasn't the rain that washed away Rinsed out the colors of your eyes Putting the gun down on the bedside table I must have realized It wasn't the rain
Dawn awaits a sleepless, English town Of colored gray Here I roam the streets without you As summer fades away Down in the city at nights The cold wind
Maybe you were joking When you said that you were walking out on me Maybe, maybe Maybe I was joking When I said that I was running out on you Maybe,
The soft rains of April are over The soft rains of April are over, over Anybody home now I am on the phone now, please The soft rains of April are over
Was that somebody screaming it wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows, put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought and head
One left low, left two who left high They seem so hard to find Three came twice, took once the time to search We're looking for a little bewildered girl
He came from where the winds are cold Truth is seen through keyholes Strange longings never sleep Now he's come where no hearts beat Time to worry Cry
