Duerme en mi jardin
los nardos y las rosas, las blancas azucenas,
mi alma, muy triste y pesarosa
a las flores quiere ocultar su amargo dolor
Yo no quiero que las flores sepan
los tormentos que me da la vida
si supieran lo que estoy sufriendo
por mis penas llorarian tambien
Silencio que estan durmiendo
los nardos y las azucenas
no quiero que sepan mis penas
porque si me ven llorando moriran
Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets. - backstreets- by bruce springsteen. photo by : ibn farouk Zouheir http://www.lejournal-hebdo.com/article.php3?id_article=3394
Me encanta tanto !!
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