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sábado, noviembre 25, 2006

Misunderstanding all I see

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright
That is, I think it's not too bad

Always, no, sometimes, think it's me
But, you know, I know when it's a dream
I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it's all wrong
That is, I think I disagree

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5 Comments:

At 7:10 p. m., Anonymous Anónimo said...

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At 8:41 p. m., Blogger melquíades said...

Let me take you down
'cos I'm going to strawberry fields...


Me encanta esa canción. Abrazo, che.

 
At 3:42 a. m., Blogger Puck said...

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Gran canción, verdad. Y también replico el abrazo.

 
At 2:27 p. m., Anonymous Anónimo said...

Hola. Soy Retroferran, llego a tu blog por Marcela, de Roma, y además de decirte que me gustó quisiera invitarte a visitar el mio, Anclaos en Europa (http://anclaos.blogspot.com), un rincón para compartir las experiencias de los argentinos que estamos viviendo en el exterior mas alla de las nostalgias, el tango o el dulce de leche.

Cada vez somos mas los anclaos.

Exitos!

 
At 7:12 p. m., Blogger Roger said...

mira fabri jo només et dic una cosa: fora argentins d'europa!!! Torneu-vos-en a Àfrica!!! muajajaja

et deixo un altre tema en anglès fruit del nacionalsocialisme terrorista català:

Triumphant, Catalonia,
Will once again be rich and full!
We must not be the prey
Of those proud and arrogant invaders!
Let us swing the sickle!
Let us swing the sickle, defenders of our land!
Let us swing the sickle!
Now is the moment, oh reapers!
Now is the moment, to be alert!
Awaiting the arrival of another June
Let us sharpen our tools!
(Chorus)
May our enemy tremble
On seeing our noble flag:
Just as we reap the golden corn,
May we also cut free of the chains!
(Chorus)

 

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