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Ricardo Arjona
The clock
Announcing the 6:23.
Last thirsty,
And this is an athlete without feet.
It is 6:43
And the minute you step corpse,
I say well you live here like it or not.
And nostalgia sets at home in my head,
And they give the 6 to 50.
Who told you I
It was the dream that dream once,
Who said you
My future flip over backwards,
It's already 7:16,
And the body of the minute that happened,
He tells me you ruined your strategy,
There was only gradually learned to live alone
If you still have gills.
The house is nothing,
That a cemetery of stories,
Buried in pits,
Some call reports.
Minutes, as salt in the wound,
I miss the life,
Spending the clock,
Minutes are the morgue of time,
Corpses of moments,
That is never coming back
No clock back to back.
How it hurts to spend,
The moment that you are no longer,
As hard fight
With things not become more
It is 9:23
And the minute you step corpse,
He mocks my desire to kiss
The photo you stopped putting in the bureau,
My solitude is your revenge,
The Ministry of time,
He based on my pillow,
There I find at times
Although no good.
Minutes, as salt in the wound,
I miss the life,
Spending the clock,
Minutes are the morgue of time,
Corpses of moments,
That is never coming back
No clock back to back.
Minutes that mock my
Minutes as sea fury
Minutes passengers on a train
Not going anywhere
Minutes as salt rain
Minutes of the skin like fire
Minutes outsiders who come
And they go without saying
Minutes hurt me without you
minutes that did not pay pension
In dying minutes
Yesterday the battalion formed
Minutes to steal the light
I oxidized minutes faith
Minutes of time tenants
While they can last
Enjoyed dying minutes
Minutes that have no place
Minutes crashing in my ...
Son of God kamikazes.
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Ricardo Arjona
The clock
Announcing the 6:23.
Last thirsty,
And this is an athlete without feet.
It is 6:43
And the minute you step corpse,
I say well you live here like it or not.
And nostalgia sets at home in my head,
And they give the 6 to 50.
Who told you I
It was the dream that dream once,
Who said you
My future flip over backwards,
It's already 7:16,
And the body of the minute that happened,
He tells me you ruined your strategy,
There was only gradually learned to live alone
If you still have gills.
The house is nothing,
That a cemetery of stories,
Buried in pits,
Some call reports.
Minutes, as salt in the wound,
I miss the life,
Spending the clock,
Minutes are the morgue of time,
Corpses of moments,
That is never coming back
No clock back to back.
How it hurts to spend,
The moment that you are no longer,
As hard fight
With things not become more
It is 9:23
And the minute you step corpse,
He mocks my desire to kiss
The photo you stopped putting in the bureau,
My solitude is your revenge,
The Ministry of time,
He based on my pillow,
There I find at times
Although no good.
Minutes, as salt in the wound,
I miss the life,
Spending the clock,
Minutes are the morgue of time,
Corpses of moments,
That is never coming back
No clock back to back.
Minutes that mock my
Minutes as sea fury
Minutes passengers on a train
Not going anywhere
Minutes as salt rain
Minutes of the skin like fire
Minutes outsiders who come
And they go without saying
Minutes hurt me without you
minutes that did not pay pension
In dying minutes
Yesterday the battalion formed
Minutes to steal the light
I oxidized minutes faith
Minutes of time tenants
While they can last
Enjoyed dying minutes
Minutes that have no place
Minutes crashing in my ...
Son of God kamikazes.
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Gracias por proponer una traducción al Traductor de Google.
Idiomas disponibles para traducción:
afrikaans
albanés
alemán
árabe
bielorruso
búlgaro
catalán
checo
chino coreano
criollo haitiano
croata
danés
eslovaco
esloveno
español
estonio
finlandés francés
galés
gallego
griego
hebreo
hindi
holandés
húngaro
indonesio inglés
irlandés
islandés
italiano
japonés
letón
lituano
macedonio
malayo maltés
noruego
persa
polaco
portugués
rumano
ruso
serbio
suajili sueco
tagalo
tailandés
turco
ucraniano
vietnamita
yiddish
©20
Dim 21 fév 2010
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