Lyrics:
el salto del negro
Cuanta emoción en la prisión provincial
Tu vida no vale nada, nada es primordial
Cuanta emoción en la prisión provincial
Y con la
words
But baby, don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah
You sold your souls for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Morning, Monsieur
Where are you off to?
The bookshop, I just finished the most
CARRETERA PROVINCIAL
Se que el modo encontrare, no tengas dudas
Los estados cruzare, de calma y locura
Te encontrare junto al desvío
Para luego
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
to this poor provincial town
Baker: (speaking)
Good Morning Belle
Belle:
Morning Monsieur
Singing the bawdy chorus
To a French Provincial tune
You glide across the prairie like a setting sun
Hey Justina, Justina
You charmed and magic cat
The way
trous d’balle
Qu’on m’appelle le provincial
Ou payer ma bière 10 balles
Les tours de 140 mètres, de magnifiques pierres tombales
Les grosses boîtes savent
Tastes divine
I just don't know if I can stop
But take care, citizen! Be careful where you tread
Provincials live like termites, each can lay
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Thinking hard but working in a small time
She was born in mid-town provincial
excited, my heart leaps up
I'm provincial hold up your head
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★◆Hot city Hot city
Boy＆Girl, Show time here we!!
Hot city Hot city
Oh my people,
Wake up, raise the curtains
From your deep provincial eyes.
Speak up, for I am certain
That it's no disguise.
'Cause soldiers stopping traffic
residente habitual
De la Prisión Provincial
A la que llama "el Talego"
No es un ratero vulgar
Si antes la tiene que amar
Es un artista virguero
Virguero
Thinking surface looking under
You want something look no further
Thinking hard but working in a small time
She was born in mid-town provincial
Gaston, his little wife, ugh
No sir, not me, I guarantee it
I want much more than this provincial life
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
I
take me right back home
And carry that load
Where the deer and the provincial angels roam
Happiness touches, touches me now
I know where it came from
a land that's so provincial,
We'll never hear what Walter Winchell
Might be forced to say!
I'll make your life sublime,
Far across the blue.
I'll
that's so provincial,
We'll never hear what Walter Winchell
Might be forced to say!
I'll make your life sublime,
Far across the blue.
I'll take up
take me right back home
And carry that load
Where the deer and the provincial angels roam
Happiness touches, touches me now
I know where it came from
the sacred meat
But the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town
Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries
I hold your photo to a mirror upside
a land that's so provincial,
We'll never hear what Walter Winchell
Might be forced to say!
I'll make your life sublime,
Far across the blue.
I'll
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