jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009

Verano del 98

Juan Pedro Fasola, nuestro gran amigo
qué ganas de verte, tenemos todos acá
hace tanto tiempo que no te sentimos
contando aquel cuento, de la buena pipa, ahí va
Voy a quemar la piedra de tu locura
así no hay amargura y se va el dolor
Fasolita querido a ver cuando venís por acá
Fasolita querido que te quiero ver te quiero contar
lo mal que se vive lo bien que se está.
uoh oh oh oh oh oh
Suba al árbol que está amaneciendo
Suavemente en la hoja tírese.
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If my soul could revive
From my carnal remains
What does it matter to me
If it all fades to black
If I'm born once again
Then no one really is free
How could I be condemned
For the things I have done
If my intentions were good
I guess I'll never know
Some things under the sun
Can never be understood
How can we believe in heaven
Human reason counters all
My tears are soul society
My life is just a fragment
Of the universe and more
There must be more than I can see
In the dark we're the same
In the concept of time
We're like a grain in the sand
And we sprout from the flame
As if death was a rain
'Cause we can not understand
How I wish there was a heaven
All for one and one for all
A flawless soul society
Our lives are just a fragment
Of the universe and more
There may be more than we can see
How I could I be condemned
For the things that I've done
If my intentions were good
I guess I'll never know
Some things under the sun
Can never be understood
How can we believe in heaven
All for one and one for all
My tears are soul society
Our lives are just a fragment
Of the universe and more
And maybe more than we can see

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