Yo bailo mi Bachata Yo bailo mi bachata con mi muchachita buena, si Y bailo, me siento dichoso contigo De tantos ser yo el elegido Para recibir la promesa de tu amor Y tu nombre lo repito una y otra vez La mas fiel respuesta de mi fe Con mi muchachita

They were hiding behind hay bales, They were planting in the full moon They had given all they had for something new But the light of day was on them, They could see the thrashers coming And the water shone like diamonds in the dew. And I was just

Mojemos la cama con sudor del cuerpo Y que tu suspiro le confiese al viento Lala lala la, lala lala la Lala lala la, lala lala lala Bésame suave Y que tus labios recorran mi cuerpo bien bien suave Y que la noche se convierta en una locura Y que la única

It's Christmas Eve And I've only wrapped two fucking presents And I'll never talk to you again Unless your Dad'll suck me off I'll never talk to you again Unless your mum will touch my cock, I'll never talk to you again Ejaculate into a sock, I'll never

Life's not always fair Oh, life it's misunderstood me And dream of better days Life's not always fair or so they say So I close my eyes Or so they say Little old man contemplates Suicide twice a day

Hinter den Kulissen von Paris, Und ewig fließt die Seine Und ewig ist l'amour So wird es immer bleiben, Tag ein, Tag aus, toujours Ist das Leben noch einmal so süß Denn dort ist wahre Paradies Komme, gib mir deine Hand, Ich zeige dir ein Land

Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face You broke my heart Now I've

Si las mujeres piden (Reggaetón, reggaetón) Pues yo le voy a dar (Reggaetón, reggaetón) Y si el pueblo pide (Reggaetón, reggaetón) No se lo vo' a negar (Reggaetón, reggaetón) Re-re-re-reggae-reggaetón-tón-tón-tón-tón-tón-tón-tón Y si el pueblo pide Ya tú

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do