Pablo Natario

A lonesome soul In an old black boat A lonesome frown What a way to go Chasing though The strings […]

You ve been along this road so many times Nothing should be a surprise to you Seen every premeditated crime

Late at night When the motion beats down I feel so low, oh no I lived a lie For a

Dies irae, dies illa Dies irae, dies illa Tuba mirum spargens sonum Decet in inferno Dies illa, dies illa Translation:

Those cars All new So small Down there From here So high We drift We fly The twilight breaking through

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Yeah, the red, white, and blue When the band plays Hail

It s in your voice I can feel it I can tell It s in your voice Has me ringing

Hunters and Prey Fly from the haze Jump on the prey Scaring away Capture s in vain Daring the hills

Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun She s not a girl who misses much She s

Did you get it, did you need it Was it really what you wanted. Was it good in the sun

Slow is the memory I can see it stop in my front Flores orange crushed in concrete I walk around,

Nessun Dorma, Nessun Dorma Tu Pure, O Principessa Nella Tua Fredda Stanza Guardi Le Stelle Che Tremano D amore E