歌曲 | Conzuela Biaz |
歌手 | No Mercy |
专辑 | More [Hansa MCI] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In the hills above Fresno | |
By a shining mountain stream | |
A young man laid where he fell | |
In the ruins of his dreams | |
He looked into the sky | |
Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking | |
And the woman knelt beside him | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
In the town San Domingo | |
As we laughed and danced all night | |
To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight | |
He came from over the sea | |
Full of the passion of when | |
You were born to be free | |
From the Valley of Ronda | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
To the hills above Fresno | |
Just to die against her shoulder | |
Consuela Biaz |
In the hills above Fresno | |
By a shining mountain stream | |
A young man laid where he fell | |
In the ruins of his dreams | |
He looked into the sky | |
Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking | |
And the woman knelt beside him | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
In the town San Domingo | |
As we laughed and danced all night | |
To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
Seemed a long long way from tomorrow' s fight | |
He came from over the sea | |
Full of the passion of when | |
You were born to be free | |
From the Valley of Ronda | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
To the hills above Fresno | |
Just to die against her shoulder | |
Consuela Biaz |
In the hills above Fresno | |
By a shining mountain stream | |
A young man laid where he fell | |
In the ruins of his dreams | |
He looked into the sky | |
Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking | |
And the woman knelt beside him | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
In the town San Domingo | |
As we laughed and danced all night | |
To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
Seemed a long long way from tomorrow' s fight | |
He came from over the sea | |
Full of the passion of when | |
You were born to be free | |
From the Valley of Ronda | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
She bathed his wounds | |
And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
Consuela Biaz | |
Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
To the hills above Fresno | |
Just to die against her shoulder | |
Consuela Biaz |