tell me what's wrongYou're enchained by your own sorrowIn

work all night, I work all day, to pay

me, give me that kick nowRock me, show me

står på torget varje dagEn vänlig gammal manHans hår

lo soñé, y el corazónMe habló de amor con

de escuchar, Fernando?Me recuerda tiempo atrás, estrellas y

of night, a new day dawningAnd the first birds

tell me what's wrongYou're enchained by your own sorrowIn

twelveAnd I'm watching the late showIn my flat, all

summer air was soft and warmThe feeling right, the

1: Agnetha & not the stars of a hollywood

everywhereA sense of expectation hanging in the airGiving out

seen it on your faceTells me more than any

de "Mamma por ti me engañé, hace tiempo

think you're gonna make me softer with your fancy

1: I was looking at a movie on the

was nine and I was tenRight at the time

u wanna dance for me?Baby? OoohYou can dance, you can

past twelveAnd I'm watching the late night show in

I am Frida, hello, I’m the star of the