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Sin Dejar De Sonreir

Escrito por insurreccion 26-09-2015 en Surfin Bichos. Comentarios (0)

Cafe frío,

sin dejar de sonreír

Sin azúcar,

sin dejar de sonreír

Agua sucia,

sin dejar, sin dejar de sonreír.

De un solo trago,

y sin dejar, sin dejar de sonreír,

sin dejar de sonreír.

Machacando,

sin dejar de sonreír.

Deshuesando

sin dejar de sonreír.

Con esmero

y sin dejar, sin dejar de sonreír.

Canibalizando,

sin dejar, sin dejar de sonreír,

sin dejar de sonreír.

Serpientes,

sin dejar de sonreír.

Con argucias,

sin dejar de sonreír.

Con veneno,

sin dejar, sin dejar de sonreír.

El domingo por la mañana,

elegante voy a la iglesia.

Con olor a hierro, con olor a sangre,

con olor a carne abierta

El domingo por la mañana,

elegante voy a la iglesia.

Con olor a hierro, con olor a sangre,

con olor a carne abierta.



Surfin' Bichos - Sin Dejar De Sonreir


My City Of Ruins

Escrito por insurreccion 23-09-2015 en Bruce Springsteen. Comentarios (0)

There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord

Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up


Bruce Springsteen - My City Of Ruins

Under Pressure

Escrito por insurreccion 05-09-2015 en Queen. Comentarios (0)

Pressure
pushing down on me
pressing down on you no man ask for.
Under pressure
that burns a building down
splits a family in two
puts people on streets.

(CHORUS)
It's the terror of knowing
what this world is about
watching some good friends
screaming let me out
pray tomorrow
gets me higher,
pressure on people people on streets.

(CHORUS)

Turned away from it all
like a blind man
sat on a fence but it don't work
keep coming up with love
but it's so slashed
and torn,
why? why? why?
Love, love, love

Insanity laughs under pressure
we're cracking
can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love
that one more chance?
Why can't we give love
give love, give love
give love, give love…

Cause love's such an old fashioned word
and love dares you to care for
the people on the edge of the night
and love dares you to change our
way of caring about ourselves
this is our last dance
this is our last dance
under pressure
under pressure
pressure.


Queen - Under Pressure