Precious – Depeche Mode
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You throughThings get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we’d manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to giveAngels with silver wings
Shouldn’t know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for youIf God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it’s your eyes He’s seeing throughI pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Y que tal esta??
DAMAGED PEOPLE.
We’re damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you’re in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And you’re crying
When you’re by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
I’m dying
We’re damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn’t come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us
When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget I’m cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I’m old
And dying
Deck.
Y ESTA????
En el Rodeo ‘e los Andes, comadre Lola
Le pegaron sus puñetes al Guantón Loyola
Le pegaron sus puñetes al Guantón Loyola
Por dárselas de encachao’, comadre Lola
Lo dejaron pa’ la Historia al Guantón Loyola
En el rodeo ‘e los Andes, comadre Lola.
Combo que se perdía lo recibía el Guatón Loyola
Peleando con entereza bajo las mesas, comadre Lola.
Combo que se perdía lo recibía el Guatón Loyola,
bajo la mesa sí, como estropajo el Guatón Loyola
el otro gallo arriba y el gordo abajo, comadre Lola
Quedó como cacerola, comadre Lola, el Guatón Loyola. Subir
buuuuuuu…… fomeeeeeeeeee 😀