Hoy me dices que me dejas. que ya de mi mano no quieres caminar. pues adelante si no sigo en tus planes. si ya no me quieres no te puedo obligar. . Me da tristeza enterarme.
Que me maten que me maten. Que ya no quiero la vida. Vuelve que sin ti yo siento. Que este mundo me da igual. . Que me maten que me maten. Sin ti no siento nada.
I see them coming in the middle of the night. I never thought I could be the tough guy. They heard me breathing and my heart beating fast. I never thought my confident would last.
I'm saving my piss in a jar. This depression has gone too far. I'm lying here in bed. Am I alive or am I dead?. . I'm questioning my sanity. . The paint chips are kicking in.
O -tra vez!. la banda de lechuga.... para vos! para vos!. . que locura fue enamorarme de ti.... hay,hay,hay,hay,hay.... no me vuelvo a enamorar,no quiero sufrir mas....
La llama se apago, no se. matamos la ilusion, tal vez. y donde quedo yo en este mundo sin color. sin historias que contarte. sin saber como explicarte..
DJ Cane, Kumbia Kings. DJ Cane, Kumbia Kings. DJ Cane, Kumbia Kings. DJ Cane, Kumbia Kings. . Watch me now. . Los Kumbia Kings quieren oir a las mujeres.
Quien les dara una caricia en las maanas. Y un beso al despertar, y los abrazara. Quien les dira que el desayuno esta en la mesa. Que se hizo tarde ya, que tienen que estudiar.
In this quiet little place. I can't remember having known a different pace. In this quiet little place. I can surrender to the beauty of its face. . And now everything I see.
I saw you crossing the parking lot. while I was pushing a grocery cart. I thought you noticed but no I guess it's not why you came. . So I made my way up to you..
Cha Ching, uh strip. Ah, ah, ah, Ark!. Ah, ah, ah, Ark!. . Checkin' my one shortie, checkin' my view. Half past two tell me what we gonna do. You stalin' me, now I wanna blaze it out.
Forget about your ex he wasn't good enough. Only when he called is when the spot got rough. Girl I need to know if I qualify. You can call my ex just to verify.
The lights are low. And the jukebox is loud. As we make the rounds. Among the wild, unruly crowd. . One Honky tonk to another, where old friends meet.
There's an old jack crooning on my new TV. So I go out for a quiet drink. But it costs a packet and it's such a racket. That I can't hear myself think.
He's finding out life is never what it seems. She's finding doubt is replacing all her dreams. She's trying to pretend she's still in love just like before.
I saw my name on a grave stone. Out the window by the funeral procession. All I wanted was a ride home. So we could get messed up at the reception. . Now.
1932, north of baton rouge. Louisiana nights are darker than before. Along the mississippi, that is where it is. The old colonial house, a mansion if you will.
Today my mother will return to my house. And all the things I've done. I've done to make her feel at home again. . Oh . . . it's all part of an act. She can stay as long as I keep the pact.
you know what I. Tell me n ' understand. I know that these m' I understand. Ask you please. You treat me as ' a fool. You decide d' once. I are going crazy.