azzam_hashem dijo

Your eyes are two lights at dawn
to illuminate my path,
your kisses are my poison
I drink every day is that you die.
They told me they were different,
you're half crazy, crazy tie,
Your words may not be wise
take your blood, no pairs of love.
Your life is an encyclopedia
on a world that saw
an image flamenco, gypsy
that removes the gray dawn.
Your hands are pigeons in the air
when a touch is to listen,
tired and hurt that guitar
in the streets of the ghetto
madrugá are lost.

You filled in your heart chair nea,
the guitar on your chest
I would caress,
I feel that it is the soul
when it's dawn and I'm on your side.
You filled in your heart chair nea,
the guitar on your chest
I would caress,
I feel that it is the soul
when it's dawn and I'm on your side.

What if I live to rioja
I reminded her,
to if I do reminds me of her?
What if I live to rioja
I reminded her,
what to do if you remember me?

What if I live to rioja
reminds me of you,
to if I do reminds me of you?
If these streets that I walked in your hand
now scream in your absence,
I miss you princess.
I do not give much pa,
my dream, my tenderness, my moments,
I do not have much to say,
I hope you, I love you.
How many times I prepared a perfect speech?
Trying to lie and evade
well my feelings
now hang the poster of full capacity
because of you I am full.

The streets of Córdoba open pa ti,
this song flies direct to you,
I get inside to see him suffer,
I love to say Philip
to see if it starts well.
Your hands are pigeons in the air
when a touch is to listen,
tired and hurt that guitar
in the streets of the ghetto
madrugá are lost.

What if I live to rioja
I reminded her,
to if I do reminds me of her?
What if I live to rioja
I reminded her,
what to do if you remember me

25 Marzo 2009 | 07:49 PM