Many Rivers to Cross
Many rivers to cross,
but I can´t seem to find my way over.
Wandering I am lost,
as I travel along the white cliffs of dover.
Many rivers to cross
and It’s only my will that keeps me alive.
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
and I merely survive because of my pride.
Esta va por Macu, con todo el cariño, ¿eh?
La Lengua Música Viernes se despide de todos ustedes deseándoles un divertido y lujurioso fin de semana.
4 de Abril de 2008 a las 7:50
Muchas gracias, guapooo!!