(Cuanto me duele que no estés aquí) Tu no sabes cuanto duele tanta soledad! Tu parecer no sabes que se siente llorar Sin tener a nadie que te venga a consolar Tu no sabes cuanto duele que no estés aquí! De seguro si supieras estarías aquí De seguro si

And he likes to be known as the angry young man There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl He's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Ah, les cro, cro, cro, ah, les cro, cro, cro Les crocodiles Sur les bords du Nil, ils sont partis N'en parlons plus Un crocodile, s'en allant à la guerre Disait au revoir à ses petits enfants Traînant sa queue, sa queue dans la poussière Il s'en allait

I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight, I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out

Like lightning, light, like lightning The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes Buy her tonight, she's still shining Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

Si tu sintieras lo mismo que yo, estuvieras aquí conmigo Si tu supieras que me pasa cada vez que te veo Quisiera confesarte lo que siento y no me atrevo Mis emociones me dominan cada vez que te veo Te veo cerca y la misma vez te siento tan lejos Azota

This girl ain't going anywhere This girl ain't going anywhere-ere-ere I've searched the world to find my heart is Yours Oh, my heart is Yours I can promise You this, now I know for sure I've been a winding road, oh, I know You know Sometimes a stranger

Tell me why you mad for Tell me why you mad I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try to do what we done Make a million dollars while you young I know to you it looks easy Where your 600 Benz, where your Rovers

With a whisper tonight (tell me right now) These thoughts that no one else should hear Cut through my lips, dance in your ear Till light (lay me on down) Comes burnin' through that window pane Your hair's painting that pillow case Answer me baby with