I saw the signs, I shoulda let you go

WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

houve um tempo de acreditarQue a justiça iria renovarNossa existência,

eu for rei ninguém vai me vencer em um

You may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd

the day we arrive on the planetAnd blinking, step

could never know what it's likeYour blood like winter

de "Esta Noche Es Para esta en calmaEl

carried you in my armsThrough the hotel to our

had your grand illusion and wrestled with your fateThe

out here in the darknessI hear the howling windSometimes

I could have been sickI could have diedI could

how about thisA little conversation tonightThinking aloud how we

now I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words

I remember when rock was youngMe and Suzie had so much

My gift is my songAnd this one's for youAnd you can

him playing in his backyardYoung boy just starting outSo

can't always count on the prayers in your sleepBut

e PUMBA o que acontece— O quê?!O que virá

you want it, here it is, come and get