viernes, octubre 13, 2006

Cúmulo

No sun will shine in my day today,
The high yellow moon won’t come out to play.
I said darkness has covered my light,
And has changed my day into night.
Now where is this love to be found, won’t someone tell me?
’Cause life, sweet life, must be somewhere to be found, yeah
Instead of a concrete jungle where the livin’ is hardest
Concrete jungle, oh man, you’ve got to do your best, yeah.


Street life – you can run away from time,
Street life – for a nickel or a dime,
Street life – but you better not get old,
Street life – or you’re gonna feel the cold.


Cuando el mundo pierda toda magia,
cuando mi enemigo sea yo,
cuando me apuñale la nostalgia
y no reconozca ni mi voz,
cuando me amenace la locura,
cuando en mi moneda salga cruz,
cuando el diablo pase la factura,
o si alguna vez me faltas tu.


Now there is no more morning dew,
Now there is no more morning dew,
What they’ve been saying all these years was not true,
Now there is no more morning dew,
No, no, no, no more — no, no, no, no more.
No more morning dew.
No more morning dew.

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