Pablo Natario

There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed […]

Well I m standing here on moving station All the world is traveling by To strange outlandish destinations There they

Siempre hay música en todas las cosas, Desde el día aquel que nacemos Hay una canción, Que llena el silencio.

Oh my life Is changing everyday Every possible way Though my dreams It s never quite as it seems Never

Child on a painted horse Streams that will run their course Gone to a far away shore Ooh, ooh, ah

A dónde irás de madrugada Cuando se duerme la ciudad. Sin casa que habitar, sin nadie a quien hablar Yo

Understand the things I say Don t turn away from me Cause I spent half my life out there You

There s no method in my madness, no craft, no guile No expertise, no self assuring smile No wizardry or

Allí donde guarda el tiempo, Aquello que me hizo feliz. Allí donde los recuerdos Siguen viviendo para mí. Allí donde

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence caused silence Who are we mistaken? But you see,

One day i ll get home before the sun hits the blinds And give you – i ll give you

Yo soy la lluvia que cae y tan fresca besa tu cara, Y soy la leña que arde y que