Alejandro Sanz:
Ay padrita mía
Guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa'ti

Dame,dame,damelo,oh

Shakira:
No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella.

Ay amor me duele tanto
(Alejandro Sanz)Me duele tanto
(Shakira)Que te fueras sin decir a donde
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.

Alejandro Sanz:
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor

Shakira:
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

Alejandro Sanz:
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Shakira:
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

Alejandro Sanz:Esto es otra vez esto es otra vez no.

Shakira:
No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas

Alejandro Sanz:
Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que no creas más en mis promesas
Ay amor (Shakira)
es una tortura (Alejandro Sanz)
perderte (Shakira)

Alejandro Sanz:
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor

Shakira:
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

Alejandro Sanz:
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Shakira:
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

Alejandro Sanz:
No te bajes, no te rajes
Oye negrita mira, no te rajes
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor
Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor
Oye mi negra no me castigues más
Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz
Yo solo soy un hombre arrepentido
Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido

Yo se que no he sido un santo
y es que no estoy hecho de cartón

Shakira:
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

Alejandro Sanz:
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Shakira:
Ay ay ay ay ay
Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti
Una tortura perderte
Me duele tanto que sea asi
Sigue llorando perdón
Yo... yo no voy
A llorar por ti ...



А вообще есть же инет.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

пасибо АГРОМНОЕ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Песенки-то есть, а текстов нету

если есть,скиньте и мне плиз
и ещё,если не сложно-песенку Sylver-Forgiven
можно со словами(если есть)

а цитировать ты умеешь как-нибудь поаккуратнее чтоли???

я и имела в иду слова, а так, она у меня-то есть...

скинь плиз

а в морге взять слабо?

там этой песни нет

ну вы чё все такие...взяли бы в морге...

Кидай,тока скажи куда

ну я какнибудь потом скину...когда не занята буду, а может ты в морге хорошенько посмотришь...
я именно там брала в поиске музыке...

слушай, я ваще-то про песенку "Gasolina"
по-моему мы с тобой друг друга не так поняли...

ой, а мне можете...плизззз!

Disco dancing with the lights down low,
Beats are pumping on the stereo,
Neighbours banging on the bathroom wall,
Your sayin' crank the bass,
I gotta get some more,

Waters runnin' in the wrong direction,
Got a feelin' its a mixed up sign,
I can see it in my own reflection,
Something funny's goin' on inside my mind,
I don't know what is pushin' me higher,
Its the static from the floor below,
Then its drops, and catches like fire,
Its a sound I, Its a sound I know.

It's the sound of the underground,
The beat of the drum goes round and around,
In to the overflow,
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio,
Out to the electric night,
Where the bass line jumps in the backstreet light,
The beat goes around and round,
Its the sound of the under,
Sound of the underground,

Disco dancing with the lights down low,
Beats are pumping on the stereo,
Neighbours banging on the bathroom wall,
Your sayin' crank the bass,
I gotta get some more,

Waters runnin' in the wrong direction,
Got a feelin' its a mixed up sign,
I can see it in my own reflection,
Something funny's goin' on inside my mind,
I don't know what is pushin' me higher,
Its the static from the floor below,
Then its drops, and catches like fire,
Its a sound I, Its a sound I know,

It's the sound of the underground,
The beat of the drum goes round and around,
In to the overflow,
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio,
Out to the electric night,
Where the bass line jumps in the backstreet light,
The beat goes around and round,
Its the sound of the under,
Sound of the underground,

пасиба, мне тож эта песня нужна была...

а обязательно каждую минуту об этом писать?
какие те песни-то нужны?

а Precious эт тоже by k'maro?

Smash - From souvenirs to more souvenirs
A lonely room and empty chair
Another day so hard to bare
The things around me that I see remind me of
The past and how it all used to be

From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind

There'll never be another you
No one will share the worlds we knew
And now that loneliness has come to take your place
I close my eyes and see your face

From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind

From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind

I'll keep on turning in my mind
I'll keep on turning in my mind
I'll keep on turning
In my mind

пасибо агромное!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

да не за что

а разве в их песнях вообще есть смысл?