Lucero. Bajo sospecha de adicto, a las drogas ciudadanas. Fui sumando al registro de legalidad urbana. Ay, Ay mi suerte, que suerte mala. Por quererte ven Lucero del alba. Lucero
Lucero. Bajo sospecha de adicto, A las drogas ciudadanas. Fui sumando al registro De legalidad urbana. Ay, Ay mi suerte, que suerte mala. Por quererte ven Lucero del alba. Lucero
Brisa ante mi Jugara con su pelo. Huele a jazmin Me dibuja su cuerpo. Pasara ante mi Como un sueno. La oigo caminar Y mi alma se asoma Quisiera gritar
In front of me Her hair flies as the wind blows Like a cool breeze I sense her silhouette as she goes She walks right past me As my passion grows
A donde te hallas Hermosisimo Lucero A quien tu estas iluminandole la vida Mientras que qui si ti soy mula sin arriero Muerta ha de ser por los caminos
matas ati te gusta verme parecer pero la vida da muchas vueltas aquel que sube vuelve a caer suerte tirana porque me agobias en donde te allas muerte adonde estas lucero
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) Do you find a peculiar thing has entered? I- I think I feel . . . well I think . . . well I feel . . . maybe
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) Fast light . . . fast food . . . rotating logos on the outside of your room. You run and run, and you run your
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) I know this may seem all the same, but Elaine, I finally wrote the song that explains it away, and still there
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) Lizzy was a fine young woman; I met her near the schoolhouse stage. She came on like an avalanche, brother; Man
(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984) Only a moment too late I came out screaming, "There's gold! Gold, Naomi!" I wasn't thinking how great a tragedy
(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984) Braced against the wall, waiting through the window. . . In the light, they fall . . . all the words of purple
(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1983) A rented view of a foreign sky from my room, in my eyes. An early breeze came to share the deep blue sea with
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) I wonder why I should wonder while I am wearing out my welcome. Welcome - welcome to the home. Say, neat!
(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984) Remember when we trained our hearts to never feel this way? Like a true Beret, it comes to me, but he would
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) When I'm missing, don't you worry about me. Don't concern yourself with things you can't see. When I'm gone,
(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) When the wall shows I'm only outside your window, stay fearless . . . don't hide, you don't know these shadows
