Tus ojos, claro de monte, como guitarras trovadoras de San Juan. Tus ojos son mi suplicio, son mi perdon, mi redencion, mi despertar. Tus ojos que
Tus ojos, claro de monte Como guitarres trovadoras, de san juan Tus ojos, son mi suplicio Son mi perdon, mi redencion, mi despertar Tus ojos que me arrebatan
Traduzione: Gloria Estefan. Occhi.
: Tus ojos, claro de monte, como guitarras trovadoras de San Juan. Tus ojos son mi suplicio, son mi perdon, mi redencion, mi despertar. Tus ojos
Esta noche es noche buena Vamos al monte, ermanito A cortar un arbolito Porque la noche es serena Los reyes y los pastores Cantan siguiendo una estrella
when mistletoe and tinsel glow paint a yuletide valentine back home i go to those i know for a christmas auld lang syne and as we gather 'round the tree
till i had you i didn't know that i was missing out had to grow up and see the world through different shades of doubt give me one more chance to dream
have yourself a merry little christmas let your heart be light from now on, our troubles will be out of sight have yourself a merry little christmas
i'm dreaming tonight of a place i love even more than i usually do and although i know it's a long road back i promise you i'll be home for christmas
oh! the weather outside is frightful but the fire is so delightful and since we've no place to go let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! no, it doesn
city sidewalks, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style in the air there's a feeling of christmas children laughing, people passing greeting smile after
yon virgin mother and child holy infant so tender and mild sleep in heavenly peace sleep in heavenly silent night, holy night shepherds quake at the sight glories
chestnuts roasting on an open fire jack frost nipping at your nose yultide carols being sung by a choir and folks dressed up like eskimos everybody knows
hang all the mistletoe i'm gonna get you better this christmas and as we trim the tree how much fun it's gonna be together this christmas the fireside
i'm dreaming of a white christmas just like the ones i used to know where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow i