de verte sufrir.
lunes, 3 de mayo de 2010
Y podemos vernos destrozados,
sedientos por más
y aun así es tan corto el momento en que gusta y no duele.
Y el brazo colgando por detrás del cuello,
cansado de tanto estrujar.
La vida vuelve a empezar y nadie lo pide.
Por eso volvemos a repetirlo y repetirlo, y repetirlo.
No hay sumisión mas placentera que el placer
Love of two is one.
Here but now they're gone.
Came the last night of sadness.
And it was clear we couldn't go on.
The door was open and the wind appeared-
The candles blew and then disappeared-
The curtains flew then he appeared-
Saying don't be afraid.
Come on baby... And we had no fear.
And we ran to him... Then we started to fly.
We looked backward and said goodbye.
We had become like they are.
We had taken his hand.
We had become like they are.
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper.
Here but now they're gone.
Came the last night of sadness.
And it was clear we couldn't go on.
The door was open and the wind appeared-
The candles blew and then disappeared-
The curtains flew then he appeared-
Saying don't be afraid.
Come on baby... And we had no fear.
And we ran to him... Then we started to fly.
We looked backward and said goodbye.
We had become like they are.
We had taken his hand.
We had become like they are.
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper.
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