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    July 30

    15 Velas

    Nightwish - The Kinslayer

     

    For whom the gun tolls
    For whom the prey weeps
    Bow before a war
    Call it religion
    Some wounds never heal
    Some tears never will
    Dry for the unkind
    Cry for mankind
    Even the dead cry
    - Their only comfort
    Kill your friend, I don`t care
    Orchid kids, blinded stare
    Need to understand
    No need to forgive
    No truth no sense left to be followed
    "Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend"
    "Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"
    "In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way"
    "Your praying is in vain It`ll all be over soon"
    "Father help me, save me a place by your side!"
    "There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves"
    "Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"
    "Drunk with the blood of your victims
    I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
    Lust for fame, a deadly game"
    "Run away with your impeccable kin!"
    "- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..."
    Cursing, God, why?
    Falling for every lie
    Survivors` guilt
    In us forevermore
    15 candles
    Redeemers of this world
    Dwell in hypocrisy:
    "How were we supposed to know?"
    4 pink ones
    9 blue ones
    2 black ones

    July 25

    Ninguno antes que ellos, nunca igualados despues

    The Doors - The Spy

     
     
     

    I'm a spy in the house of love
    I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
    I know the word that you long to hear

    I know your deepest, secret fear

     

    I'm a spy in the house of love

    I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
    I know the word that you long to hear
    I know your deepest, secret fear

     

    I know everything
    Everything you do
    Everywhere you go
    Everyone you know


    I'm a spy in the house of love
    I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of

    I know the word that you long to hear
    I know your deepest, secret fear

    I know your deepest, secret fear
    I know your deepest, secret fear

     

    I'm a spy, I can see
    What you do
    And I know


    Soy un espía en la casa del amor

    Conozco el sueño, ese que estás soñando

    Conozco la palabra que esperas oír

    Conozco tu miedo secreto, el más profundo

     

    Soy un espía en la casa del amor

    Conozco el sueño, ese que estás soñando

    Conozco la palabra que esperas oír

    Conozco tu miedo secreto, el más profundo

     

    Lo sé todo

    Todo lo que haces

    Cualquier lugar a donde vayas

    Cualquiera que conozcas

     

    Soy un espía en la casa del amor

    Conozco el sueño, ese que estás soñando

    Conozco la palabra que esperas oír

    Conozco tu miedo secreto, el más profundo

    Conozco tu miedo secreto, el más profundo

    Conozco tu miedo secreto, el más profundo

     

    Soy un espía como puedes ver

    Lo que hagas

    Yo lo sé

     

     

    July 20

    Oh Moon

    THE DOORS - Alabama Song

    Well, show me the way
    To the next whiskey bar
    Oh, don't ask why
    Oh, don't ask why

    Show me the way
    To the next whiskey bar
    Oh, don't ask why
    Oh, don't ask why

    For if we don't find
    The next whiskey bar
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you, i tell you i tell you we must die

    Oh, moon of alabama
    We now must say goodbye
    We've lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

    Oh, moon of alabama
    [ Doors, The Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
    We now must say goodbye
    We've lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

    Well, show me the way
    To the next little girl
    Oh, don't ask why
    Oh, don't ask why

    Show me the way
    To the next little girl
    Oh, don't ask why oh, don't ask why

    For if we don't find
    The next little girl
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you, i tell you i tell you we must die

    Oh, moon of alabama
    We now must say goodbye
    We've lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why