fiori bianchi Di vita Madre, amore mio spento Da me, tuo figlio, avrai Una preghiera, un canto Amore che vivra Senza te per sempre, madre Madre
Don't tell your mother about Where you go when the lights are down And don't tell your mother how You're up to no good, nowhere to be found Well, it'
Sunday, always hard to get to sleep When weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets, I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And a long
There are places that I've been to Places part of me Places that I've left And I don't remember them There are things I want to tell you Secrets that
domingo en Madrid no pude soportar la desazon De no tenerte conmigo en esta ciudad del amor El mediodia aquel supe cuanto tira el corazon Un domingo
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers And
ترجمة: أنا الأرض الأم. آخر الأحد.
ترجمة: لا يوجد عنوان. الأم الأحد.
ترجمة: الأحد. لا تخبر أمك.
con el fichero con una condicion el dia que tengas ojos rojos y me estornude la nariz vamos a hacer lo que podamos por cenar perdiz quedate en Madrid
Un domingo en Madrid no pude soportar la desazon De no tenerte conmigo en esta ciudad del amor El mediodia aquel supe cuanto tira el corazon Un domingo
The light entered so slowly at first Shining softly On what I had always known the truth A mother feels With her eyes and hands When she lays them on
Sunday... Always hard to get to sleep when Weird noises are implying threats On cold sheets I sweat On any other day It's all rest and flowers
