Why have you painted your rings under your eyes?
The flower of real lily?
Why are you dressed on silk?
Oh, Bell Kid, why it will be?
Look, that you is that you don’t know
You are the key of the truth
They say that you are not good
And to the lily you’ll be able to compare
Tell that waterwheel to stop
That goes rolling and proclaiming what it wants
That for knowing the your story
They are looking for how and when from whom
Oh, Bell Kid, in spite of people disliking
You are the very best of all the women
‘cause God made to you its real proclaimer
Why do the people stop,
Just by see her going by?
‘Cause she is the brave lark,
that rises its forehead and starts to sing
They say that if a chased
that is hidden
come to see her
they tell that lover waits
The Bell Kid in the nite the three’s one
She wears glory crowns
Plays the disturbance of the watchfulness for lovings
When the rolling of the waterwheel
covered up with veils, touched the sky of colours
Oh, Bell Kid, come here, you lover is waiting
With the benediction of the altars
Just as commands Gooo [jerking oes] oood
His partner.
By Little Joseph (Joselito)
¿Podrias poner la de 7 cascabeles? XDD
Posted by: k-c on Septiembre 21, 2003 02:08 AMJoer, que nos ha costao... Tranquilos todos que cuando tengamos tiempo harémos un Greatest Hits...
PD (en el mío pondrémos My chariot was stolen).
Doce. Doce cascabeles. Tú tranqui, que yo te hago la versión de doce cascabeles.
Posted by: Rear Window on Septiembre 22, 2003 01:15 PMGenial, ¿no te importará que la copie en mi blog verdad? Por supuesto te doy crédito ;)
Ta luego!