Los fan, un pueblo de Africa Occidental, dicen que Dios creó al Hombre y lo hizo de arcilla, y que primero le dio la forma de un lagarto, y lo puso en un estanque y lo dejó en él durante siete días. Una vez transcurrido el plazo, Dios gritó: "Sal fuera!", y del estanque salió un hombre en lugar de un lagarto.
Qué saben los Fan que nosotras no sabemos?
Groove Armada - I won´t kneel
I, I long, to be beside of you
I was wrong, to tell you what was true
I know I’m a victim of my pride,
I belong, to all that I’ve been through
I drove for miles in a city trance
I came to ask for a second chance
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance
I came for miles on a broken wheel
I came to see whether love can heal
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel
'Cos I can’t bend, can’t hold, can’t lend,
can’t fold, can’t lose, won’t cry, can’t choose, cos I know why I…
I, I want, to always be with you
What’s wrong, to tell you what I knew
'Cos I know, I know I’m a slave to lonely pride
I belong to all that I’ve been through
I drove for miles in a city trance
I came to ask for a second chance
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance
I came for miles on a broken wheel
I came to see whether love can heal
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel
'Cos I get close, and get scared, and this grows in my head
Won’t you give me something, something to hold
Won’t you give me something, something to hold
Something to…
Con mi agradecimiento a Music Devoted.
I was wrong, to tell you what was true
I know I’m a victim of my pride,
I belong, to all that I’ve been through
I drove for miles in a city trance
I came to ask for a second chance
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance
I came for miles on a broken wheel
I came to see whether love can heal
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel
'Cos I can’t bend, can’t hold, can’t lend,
can’t fold, can’t lose, won’t cry, can’t choose, cos I know why I…
I, I want, to always be with you
What’s wrong, to tell you what I knew
'Cos I know, I know I’m a slave to lonely pride
I belong to all that I’ve been through
I drove for miles in a city trance
I came to ask for a second chance
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance
I came for miles on a broken wheel
I came to see whether love can heal
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel
'Cos I get close, and get scared, and this grows in my head
Won’t you give me something, something to hold
Won’t you give me something, something to hold
Something to…
Con mi agradecimiento a Music Devoted.
7 comentaris:
un fardatxo??? de pasta de moniato que m'he quedat!
Com Ella diu, "soy fan de los Fan" :)
Ai, eixa sabiduria que no es troba als llibres!
huashuashuas!!
b7s
per cert, no veig la segona imatge, la que està a sota del vídeo!!! fan-fan!
no hi ha imatge!!! és la lletra de la cançó...què veus algo raro en la pàgina?
sí, veig un quadrat amb una x...
vale, la x marca el lugar
crec que ja està (un residu d´una mala edició)
gràcies perla
arreglao!
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