El lobo hijo fue al arijo con papá
El queria su capa, ya no tanto su cobijo
El le dijo “Mira mijo tienes que cazar
Si a alguien has de abrazar, sera el del crucifijo”
Por un hogar fijo el hijo tuvo que aguantar
Todo el maltratar que amoldaba su betijo
Su padre un canijo lo quiso, amaestrar
Con el deber de matar a otros con regocijo
“Yo por ti elijo porque asi se ha de actuar
Es por naturalidad no resolver acertijos”
El chico dijo “Mi prefijo es la paz
Yo seria incapaz, de amoldarme a ese botijo”
Padre dijo “Yo rijo por tu bienestar
No me quiero еnterar de que hacеs revoltijos”
“Se el enredijo” dijo el hijo y hubo de marchar
Dejo el escondrijo y no volvio a mirar
Son memorias de nuestra vida pasar
Son las glorias que nos hacen avanzar
Es la euforia que nos ha de atrapar
Son historias que no se pueden contar
Vida es la noria que no para de girar
Riñas notorias que nos hacen madurar
Esencia irrisoria que siempre ha de estar
Son las historias que no se pueden contar
Son memorias de nuestra vida pasar
Son las glorias que nos hacen avanzar
Es la euforia que nos ha de atrapar
Son historias que no se pueden contar
Vida es la noria que no para de girar
Riñas notorias que nos hacen madurar
Esencia irrisoria que siempre ha de estar
Son las historias que no se pueden contar
Al oso Roso le gusta molestar
Por su inseguridad de ser solo un perezoso
Muy quejumbroso, seguido se hacia notar
Con su humor de humillar que se habia vuelto muy soso
Le daba acoso a animales de su vecindad
Y a ellos de verdad les parecia un odioso
Ocioso el, un dia decidio cambiar
Para tratar de ganar un trato mas amistoso
Se puso muy meloso y no querian confiar
Lo hubieron de evitar con un invento mañoso
Le dijeron de un esbozo con cual podia concursar
Que si lograba triunfar, tendria un valor vistoso
Estaba nervioso, asi que fue a caminar
Pero por no mirar, cayo dentro del pozo
Llegaron al lugar y le gritaron “Por tramposo”
Se empezaron a burlar, fue su dia mas vergonzoso
Son memorias de nuestra vida pasar
Son las glorias que nos hacen avanzar
Es la euforia que nos ha de atrapar
Son historias que no se pueden contar
Vida es la noria que no para de girar
Riñas notorias que nos hacen madurar
Esencia irrisoria que siempre ha de estar
Son las historias que no se pueden contar
Son memorias de nuestra vida pasar
Son las glorias que nos hacen avanzar
Es la euforia que nos ha de atrapar
Son historias que no se pueden contar
Vida es la noria que no para de girar
Riñas notorias que nos hacen madurar
Esencia irrisoria que siempre ha de estar
Son las historias que no se pueden contar
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11to – Pesadilla
11to – Eleven Boys
Situa tus sueños Lyrics English
The Lobo Son went to the river with dad
He wanted his layer, not so much his shelter
He said “Mira Mijo you have to hunt
If someone you have to hug, it will be the crucifix ”
For a fixed home the son had to endure
All the mistreatment of his Betijo
His father a canni
With the duty to kill others with joy
“I choose you because it has to act
It is naturally not to solve riddles ”
The boy said “My prefix is peace
I would be incapable, to adapt to that botijo ”
Father said “I rius for your well -being
I don’t want to know what to do revoltijos ”
“I was entangled,” said the son and had to leave
I left the hiding place and did not look again
They are memories of our life to pass
They are the glories that make us advance
It is the euphoria to catch us
They are stories that cannot be told
Life is the Noria who does not stop turning
Notorious quarrels that make us mature
Outstanding essence that must always be
Are the stories that cannot be told
They are memories of our life to pass
They are the glories that make us advance
It is the euphoria to catch us
They are stories that cannot be told
Life is the Noria who does not stop turning
Notorious quarrels that make us mature
Outstanding essence that must always be
Are the stories that cannot be told
The roso bear likes to bother
For his insecurity of being just a lazy
Very complaining, followed by noticing
With his humiliate humor that he had become very bland
He gave harassment to animals in his neighborhood
And they really seemed like a hate
Idle he, one day he decided to change
To try to win a more friendly treatment
Became very sweet and they didn’t want to trust
They had to avoid it with a tricky invention
They told him about an outline which could compete
That if he managed to succeed, he would have a colorful value
I was nervous, so went to walk
But for not looking, I fell inside the well
They arrived at the place and shouted “for a cheater”
They started to make fun, it was his most shameful day
They are memories of our life to pass
They are the glories that make us advance
It is the euphoria to catch us
They are stories that cannot be told
Life is the Noria who does not stop turning
Notorious quarrels that make us mature
Outstanding essence that must always be
Are the stories that cannot be told
They are memories of our life to pass
They are the glories that make us advance
It is the euphoria to catch us
They are stories that cannot be told
Life is the Noria who does not stop turning
Notorious quarrels that make us mature
Outstanding essence that must always be
Are the stories that cannot be told
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11to Lyrics – Situa tus sueños