Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Quiero un zoom anatómico Quiero el fin del secreto Entre tus labios de plata Y mi acero inolvidable Quiero un loop Protagónico Pruébame y verás Que todos somos adictos A estos juegos de artificio

Siyayibamba siyayilanda Ngithibamba siyayilanda Sithibamba siyayilanda Fetch it siyayilanda (we are fetching our future, grabbing our tomorrow) Human figures in a dream Heard them singing -- siyayilanda (we are fetching it)

Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam I just wanted you to know 'Ey what a bam bam I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Que triste fue decirnos adiós Cuando nos adorábamos más Hasta la golondria emigro Presagiando el final Que triste luce todo sin ti, Lo mares de las playas se van Se tiñen los colores de gris Hoy todo es soledad. No sé, si vuelva a verte después,

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

Padre oh padre Perso è già Figlio perduto Se tu non vieni Re degli elfi Mi sta toccando E il bambino, Con occhi chiusi