Lyrics ... Folk rock ballad. Melancholic, arid & wandering. Male singer, ...Folk rock ballad. Melancholic, arid & wandering. Male singer, electric and acoustic guitars, & rhythm with tambourine.
Through the huge deserts, i wanna live with the sand peopleWith the same customsOne person told me, sea and earth indulge in battlefor the glory of myths and temples.So i'd go, i want to knowSo i'd go, to see the land of the unknownwhen i was younger, we learned life iswonderfulYes it is if you live every moment like the last onewithout money in the pocket, you can live true moments, Wonderful!It's what this old man makes me understand
So i'd go, i want to knowSo i'd go , to see the land of the unknown
Folk rock. Melancholic, arid & obstinate. Electric and acoustic ...Folk rock. Melancholic, arid & obstinate. Electric and acoustic guitars & rhythm with tambourine.
Lyrics ... Indie rock ballad. Hypnotic, mystic & arid. Acoustic and electric ...Indie rock ballad. Hypnotic, mystic & arid. Acoustic and electric guitars, male singer & rhythm.
Welcome Home, Where the body is there to receive some soundWelcome Home, Where the body is there to receive some soundWhere the body is there to receive some soundFortified home, Everybody's singing and rambling with soundMysterious Home, where you can put fears behind the doorsFortified home, Everybody's singing and rambling with soundEverybody's singing and rambling with soundMysterious Home, where you can put fears behind the doors
Hiding Home, for black eyes and one doesn't wanna comeOnly one Home, Where you'll can find me inFinally this game can just begin
Indie rock ballad. Hypnotic, mystic & arid. Acoustic and electric ...Indie rock ballad. Hypnotic, mystic & arid. Acoustic and electric guitars & rhythm.
Lyrics ... Ballade rock, moving & introspective. Drums start @2'25, female voice ...Ballade rock, moving & introspective. Drums start @2'25, female voice starts @2'45. Sung in Spanish (traditional song). Rock band.
No se que tienen las floreslas flores del campo santoque cuando las mueve el viento parece que están llorando A un santo cristo de fierro mis penas le conté yocuales serían mis penas, llorona que el santo cristo lloróhay de mi llorona, llorona llévame contigocúbreme con tu manto llorona porque me muero de frío Dicen que no tengo duelo, Porque no me ven llorar,Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, Y es más grande su penar. No creas que porque canto, Tengo el corazón alegre, También de dolor se canta, Cuando llorar no se puede. Hay de mi llorona, llorona llévame contigocúbreme con tu manto llorona porque me muero de frío