EsE dE aHi Se LlAmA iSmAeL

Te AcOrDáS dE mI aHoRa?

Lemon Tree /Fools Garden

I'm sitting' here in the boring room

It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon

I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do

I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens and I wonder

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I'm driving around in my car

I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far

I'd like to change my point of view

I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens and I wonder

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I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around

And all that I can see is just another lemon tree

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I'm sittin' here, I miss the power

I'd like to go out, taking a shower

But there's a heavy cloud inside my head

I feel so tired, put myself into bed

But nothing ever happens, and I wonder

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Isolation, is not good for me

Isolation, I don't want to sit on the lemon tree

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I'm stepping around in the desert of joy

Maybe any how I get another toy

And everything will happen, and you wonder

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I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky

And all that I can see is just another lemon tree

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree

And I wonder, wonder

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I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky

And all that I can see, and all that I can see

And all that I can see

is just a yellow lemon tree

I`m not dead!, no yet.

Incluso en estos tiempos (parte) / Joaquín Sabina

Incluso en estos tiempos, veloces como un Cadillac sin freno, todos los días tienen un minuto, en que cierro los ojos y disfruto echándote de menos... ...en los que soy feliz de otra manera...ese instante, en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante... ...de volver a reír con mis amigos...ese rato en el que respirar es un ingrato deber para conmigo.

Y se iría el dolor mucho más lejos, si no estuvieras dentro de mi alma. si no te parecieras al fantasma que vive en los espejos... ...triviales como un baile de disfraces...unas horas, para gritar al filo de la aurora la falta que me haces... de aprender a vivir sin esperarte...tengo recaídas. y aunque quiero olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte...