Превод: Raulin Родригес. Пиел Sin Alma.
Превод: Raulin Родригес. Любовта медицина.
Превод: Raulin Родригес. Получа сълзи.
Превод: Raulin Родригес. О Man.
Превод: Родригес, Синтия. Кости (Ft \u200b\u200bРаул).
: My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch I know In the factory that you
: The mayor hides the crime rate council woman hesitates Public gets irate but forget the vote date Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining
: Going down a dirty inner city side road I plotted Madness passed me by, she smiled hi I nodded Looked up as the sky began to cry She shot it Met a
: Woman please be gone You've stayed here much too long Don't you wish that you could cry Don't you wish I would die Seamy, seesaw kids Childwoman on
: And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told And you live in the past or a dream
: Come on down and see me You know my name well I'm everything you read I've got it to sell The ladies on my street Aren't there for their health Welfare
: I wonder how many times you've been had And I wonder how many plans have gone bad I wonder how many times you had sex And I wonder do you know who'
: The moon is hanging in the purple sky Baby's sleeping while its mother sighs Talking 'bout the rich folks Rich folks have the same jokes And they park
: Was it a huntsman or a player That made you pay the cost That now assumes relaxed positions And prostitutes your loss? Were you tortured by your own
: Buena suerte, buena suerte, no quiero perderte, no quiero perderte, ya yo tengo quien me quiera, quien me quiera a mi manera, poco a poco y sin apuro
: Mi hermoso Canagualte florecido Si pasa dile que deje el afan Porfavor enbellecele el camino Que pise de tus flores al andar No quiere nada de mi Ni
: Mi hermoso canaguate florecio, si pasa dile que deje el afan, por favor embellecele el camino que pise de tus flores al andar,no quiere nada de mi,
: Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall
