Julio Iglesias - A media luz
Tekst :
Corrientes tres - cuatro - ochosegundo piso, ascensor
No hay porteros, ni vecinos,
Adentro cóctel de amor
Pisito que puso Maple,
piano, estera y velador,
un telefón que contesta,
una vitrola que llora
viejos tangos de mi flor
y un gato de porcelana
pa que no maulle al amor.
Y todo a media luz,
a media luz los dos
A media luz los besos
a media luz los dos.
Y todo a media luz,
que brujo es el amor
A media luz los besos
a media luz los dos.
Corrientes tres - cuatro - ocho
segundo piso, ascensor
No hay porteros, ni vecinos,
Adentro cóctel de amor
Pisito que puso Maple,
piano, estera y velador,
un telefón que contesta,
una vitrola que llora
viejos tangos de mi flor
y un gato de porcelana
pa que no maulle al amor.
Y todo a media luz,
a media luz los dos
A media luz los besos
a media luz los dos.
Y todo a media luz,
que brujo es el amor
A media luz los besos
a media luz los dos.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
All for you
Baby why you gotta look like that
Tell ya mama that i wanna thank her
When i look at you i wanna spank ya
Aint no body ever had me hooked like that
Girl i really wanna let you know how much i appreciate you
(putting up with me showing love to this r n...
Tell ya mama that i wanna thank her
When i look at you i wanna spank ya
Aint no body ever had me hooked like that
Girl i really wanna let you know how much i appreciate you
(putting up with me showing love to this r n...
Burn
We don t know what to believe
We only go by the t.v.
I don t know but I will fight
I won t let my brothers die
Stand up
Stand tall
All for one and one for all
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers down
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking...
We only go by the t.v.
I don t know but I will fight
I won t let my brothers die
Stand up
Stand tall
All for one and one for all
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers down
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking...
Never believe you now
You re telling me the future plans
Where candy-colored pictures fill your hands
And for a minute I am with you there
And I m picking out some pretty dress to wear
But I ll never believe you now
I never believed you then...
Where candy-colored pictures fill your hands
And for a minute I am with you there
And I m picking out some pretty dress to wear
But I ll never believe you now
I never believed you then...
Cha Cha
1 2 3 clap baby
1 2 3 clap baby
1 2 3 clap baby
1 2 3 clap baby
1 2 3 clap baby
1 2 3 clap baby
1.Oye muchacha
Tell me what is going on
Ay que te pasa?
You listen to my chacha
and...
Plasticine
Beauty lies inside the eye of another youthful dream
That doesn t sell it s soul for self-esteem
That s not plasticine
Beauty lies inside desire and every wayward heart redeemed
That doesn t sell it s soul for self-esteem
That s not plasticine
That doesn t sell it s soul for self-esteem
That s not plasticine
Beauty lies inside desire and every wayward heart redeemed
That doesn t sell it s soul for self-esteem
That s not plasticine