We don't care what flag you're waving We don't even wanna know your name We don't care where you're from or where you're going All we know is that you
1. Every little thing's been said about it. How does it apply to you? Maybe I could learn to live without it. Where do you find, one of a
Don't do it Don't do it Don't look at me the way you do Don't do it Those eyes of yours Are much too blue Don't do it Don't do it Don't make me think
Ay vayanse preparando Ay vayanse preparando Que el conejo ha de salir Buscalo aqui buscalo alla Que el conejo ha de salir Ay vayanse preparando Ay vayanse
Carabina 30/30 Que los rebeldes portaban Y decian los maderistas Que con ellas no mataban Con mi 30/30 me voy a pelear Ingrese a las filas de la rebellion
Mi huasteca es un primor Pos sus bellas serranias Pos sus bellas serranias Mi huasteca es un primor Mi huasteca es un primor Por sus bellas serranias
I can see that it won't be long You grow cold when you keep holding on You know you've changed and your words they lie That's something you can't deny
Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece Ya no se si maldecirte o por ti rezar Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te
Y ella es flama que se eleva Y es un pajaro a volar En la noche que se incendia, Estrella de oscuridad Que busca entre la _________ La dulce _________
Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered If I bowled it down the street Who's to say it mattered? If there's one that rode away What would
Baby, don't you cry no more, no more Baby, don't you cry no more I been a lot of trouble, but I won't no more Baby, don't you cry, no baby, don't you
El antifaz que tu mata cubria Cayo para exhibirte tal como eres Yo te crei distinta a otras mujeres Y fui feliz pensando que eras mia Pero aquel antifaz
La noche ira sin prisa de nostalgia Habra de ser un tango nuestra herida Un acordeon sangriento nuestas almas Seremos esta noche todo el dia Vuelve
Ay que bonito es volar A las dos de la manana A las dos de la manana Y ay que bonito es volar, ay mama Volar y dejarse caer En los brazos de tu hermana
One two three four It's in strange situations That dreams are laid Just a look And they taunt you again You think how it felt Then the memory fades
Now that you're gone, all that's left is a band of gold All that's left of the dreams I hold Is a band of gold and the memories of what love could be
Deeper and deeper I'm falling in love with you My life grows sweeter every day There must be something In the things you do That makes me love you In
Well, I walked all around this crowded planet but I walked all alone Though the place has changed, the faces stay the same Spendin' my money makin' up