Gala hangs from the window frame dressed in black and white Her face is colorless in the moonlight She turns around and her lips move but the words just
That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy Wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen Apart from dreams that escape
I know complainig doesn't help cause what has been won't be again And as I am walking down the street I see a child glance back at me These crazy clocks
Ex-excuse me We are two Ye-yeah, uh, me and my girlfriend What ? No, no, listen we are on the list Oh my God ! I tell you man, I come here every friday
Boy of fifteen, he knows everything He dances with pain He sees through the night Dark angel, you know, You're gonna grow old You died for Love You'll
My love has got no money He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no power He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no fame He's got his strong
It's your name I hear It's not my head's whid Like the many tears I shed It's your name I call Your name I read My prayer My creed It's your name I hate
Riding backseats on night highways Dark spaces white lights through the window I'm moving too fast through my life While the moon remains constant in
And anywhere you go You're gonna hear a song It says remember who you are and what you want You used to know it as a kid Now you song something else But
The moon will never touch the sun the journey I am on, he's not begun summer eclipse, I can't forget the day when night and day had met I didn't listen
I pass through noise and silence, I walk alone It's a beautiful day, it's raining and it's cold Reflected onto the wet pavement, can you see what I see
Aqui esta mi gallo de oro, retador de los valientes al pelear en los palenques es que tiene que ganar Yo te juego donde quiera porque se que no te
Mujer gala Eres una flor de loto Eres un barril sin fondo Eres una mosca muerta Pero yo no lo veo Pero yo no me lo creo Pero yo De nylon tu cinturon
Oh, Mr. Galo, what a good friend He's always been a name (unverified) Oh, Mr. Galo, what a good friend Close by behind (unverified) Oh, Chan, what a
Carlos Saragosa left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold He headed
Oh, Mr Gallo, what a good friend He's always been a name (?) Oh, Mr Gallo, what a good friend Closer I've ever had Oh, Chan, what a woman you've become
Soy gallo de Sinaloa jugado en varios palenques no es porque yo les presuma me sigue la bueana suerte a lo que yo me dedico traigo cerquita la muerte
Vai non ti voltare e vai Va via, l?ultimo tram Noi come in un vecchio film So gia che finira E poi Roma non dorme mai Per chi, come me, vive nel