Kumbaya, both livin' in pieces, pieces Half your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah We've grown up since then You visit through my pen And half your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, oh,

We said, we are gonna get out of here Oh, I'd rather be We are gonna get out of here Run from all the fears Follow what we once held dear When will we get out of here? By your side I cannot leave you behind I am in love and I am lost

Llego el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor Por que somos una raza llamada sabor Somos los que somos Desde norte américa, hasta la patagonia Tremendo filling, tremenda bomba En el viejo continente también la vacilan India,

Modelo uno, rótate Modelo dos, rótate Modelo tres, rótate Ay eh, ay oh, ay eh Lúcete, ahora es La cera, es tu pasarela, lúcete Con tu estilo mátalo Fórmate un escándalo Mucho booty a la pista, demasiado poderoso

The unknown now U-unknown, u-unknown Suddenly it's all real Suddenly it's all you feel What is it you want to love You're free now, somehow You're free now You're all you have to give Soul lover, which way have you moved?

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Mama, mama, dem hold papa Seh dem charge him for smoke ganja If me never jump two fence, dem

¿Quién te controla? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Tú sabe' cómo jugar con mi mente, -te (Mente, eh) Me besa' como si lo quisiera' to' (Eh-eh) Pero no quiere' nada (Ah) Vienes y vas En tu cancha está la ola Tú naciste pa' morir sola (Uah)

(Nie mehr) das alte Leid Für die selbe Sache und das alte Leid Aus der Bohne und in das Licht Ein Wesen mich zu gehen drängt Meine Tränen mit Gelächter fängt Und auf der Matte fault ein junger Leib Wo das Schicksal seine Puppen lenkt