August Fan of the Month!
Llovera, gotas mínimas
Lloverá, de mi boca
Saldrá el mar
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no, me dejes ver
Tu vida fue gestada ya
Lloverá, caudales de agua
Agua lisa
Lloverá, desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver
Que tu muerte fue gestada ya
Renacimiento
English Translation:
Llovera, minimum drops
Rain, from my mouth
Will the sea
No, no, Romeo, not
No, no, let me see
Your life was articulated and
Rain, water flows
Smooth water
Rain from my eyes
No, no, Romeo, not
No, do not let me see
May your death was articulated and
Renaissance
Lloverá, de mi boca
Saldrá el mar
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no, me dejes ver
Tu vida fue gestada ya
Lloverá, caudales de agua
Agua lisa
Lloverá, desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver
Que tu muerte fue gestada ya
Renacimiento
English Translation:
Llovera, minimum drops
Rain, from my mouth
Will the sea
No, no, Romeo, not
No, no, let me see
Your life was articulated and
Rain, water flows
Smooth water
Rain from my eyes
No, no, Romeo, not
No, do not let me see
May your death was articulated and
Renaissance
Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his چھری and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing اگلے of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his دوستوں was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his دوستوں was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his چھری and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing اگلے of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his دوستوں was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his دوستوں was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
Other lives, always tempted to trade
Will they hate me for all the choices I made
Will they stop when they see me again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts now
Tear me down, they can’t take آپ out of my thoughts
Under every scar there’s a battle I’ve lost
Will they stop when they see us again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
Starts now
Will they hate me for all the choices I made
Will they stop when they see me again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts now
Tear me down, they can’t take آپ out of my thoughts
Under every scar there’s a battle I’ve lost
Will they stop when they see us again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your love I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
Starts now
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
آپ love all sailors
But hate the beach
آپ say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
آپ breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
آپ change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
آپ love all sailors
But hate the beach
آپ say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
آپ breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
آپ change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
In the dark آپ tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the بنفشی, وایلیٹ hour
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your سٹریٹ, گلی light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
چرا لیا, چوری کی me a dog-eared map
And called for آپ everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Diving too deep for coins
All of your سٹریٹ, گلی light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
چرا لیا, چوری کی me a dog-eared map
And called for آپ everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
یا lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
