Testi:
Bola De Nieve

hasta la manana Bola de Nieve negro piano man con la voz rajada ya de tanto trasnochar. En la penumbra del "Monsenor" la gente escuchaba al Bola

: Una nostalgia donde se condensa el rocio, un paso en falso hacia un remolino en el rio. Cualquier contrasentido hoy cobra sentido y se vuelve dilema

My bellybutton came untied The elevator turned to stone I ran with waving arms Then I lifted off the ground I took a pill I shouldn't have I'm not so

we came, we saw, we ripped them to the ground, a spoonful of sugar, helps a million deaths go down, w-a-r spells bullshit to me especially in a country

the time you got, you reach the top you fall back down, your on the ground you just can't give up. a young man, a gun in his hand if he would use it

Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio sky-light Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of grey-white All through

Whenever I look out french windows It's always snowing outside. And feel your body relax on mine, Giving me all the good lines, (Uh-huh) All the

This is a crime story... Heureusement que papa maman me ressemblent Je me sentais de trop J?agace la mere, le pere disait que je sentais trop Chez

Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it