Testi:
Pujol

Casi, casi nada me resulta pasajero, todo prende de mis suenos Y se acoplan en mi espalda y asi subo muy tranquilo la colina de la vida Nunca me creo

Every building has a floor, every nation has a past Each person has a journey, each direction has a path Every people has a champion, a patriot, a fight

Ieri ho sognato un giardino, nel sogno con me c?era un uomo lui mi girava le spalle solo perche non vedessi il suo viso. Ti prego lasciami andare, ti

She had her back to him As he walked in through the door He'd been down in the forest He said, "I cut me a walkin' stick palm Down by the stingin' tree

what is peace to the people who work the land and die in wars? it was learned in a game that was played by us all who held the top of the hill from

as the sun went away, you were sending out signals. you had sugar on you stomach you had sugar on your hair. you had sugar underneath you eyes. you had

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All Is under the attack of false And I can't exist for a while I'm pressed by vice to receive the fall In order to degenerate my life. Everything is

In the stream of the last days The people are fighting for never ideas Who Is right or who Is fault Where is the truth all men want realize. And we