Idioma Origen:
The Lines of my earth
so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
I need a drink but the well has gone dry
And we in the habit of saying the same things all
over again, for the money we shall make
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tellme otherwise.
And it´s because I just dont feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore
It should be our time
This fertile youth´s black soil
is ready for rain
The harvest is high
but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying the same things all
over again, about the money we shall make
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tell me otherwise
And it´s because I just don´t feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore
Idioma Destino:
The Lines of my earth
so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
I need a drink but the well has gone dry
And we in the habit of saying the same things all
over again, for the money we shall make
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tellme otherwise.
And it´s because I just dont feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore
It should be our time
This fertile youth´s black soil
is ready for rain
The harvest is high
but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying the same things all
over again, about the money we shall make
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tell me otherwise
And it´s because I just don´t feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore
This is the last song that I´ll write ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it
This is the last song ´til you tell me otherwise.
And it´s because I just don´t feel it anymore