1.- We're so lucky. No doubt. Sun. Cold wind blowing. People, different people.
2.- Dance, sing. We can dance. Scream. Lucky but unhappy.
3.- Learning to lie. Learning to play. We can sing. We can dance.
4.- Walk. Walk. Walk. 60.000 of people.
5.- 60.000. Fuck! I see you. And I don't wanna see yo. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
6.- Heartache.
7.- The heartache. He matters.
8.- The heartache. I'm not a hero.
9.- You're not a hero. I want to kill you. Right now.
10.- I need a gun.
11.- My heartache makes the tears fall down by my cheeks, but the rain let all the face in the water. Now is easy.
12.- I have to go. I need to go. Go where the peace can insert in my broken heart.
13.- Yes, it's true: my heart can be broken easily.
Anexo:
Antes estábamos más atrás... había poquita gente y cada uno tenía su airecito. ¿Quien viene ahora? -Charly- ¿y es bueno? -¡Charly García! No te había entendido. Chao, las quiero.
Last one: You don't deserves know about me. Maybe tomorrow will be another day.
12 diciembre, 2010
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