[CHAT] Historiadores... uf uf que calor el guanaco por favor
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(8) Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls. (8)
Aaa nissa, dale....... Yo igual aburrido estar..... xD
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls. (8)
Aaa nissa, dale....... Yo igual aburrido estar..... xD
(8) Yo tenia un Camarada...
otro igual no encontrare...
siempre a mi lado marchaba
si al fuego el clarin tocaba...
al mismo paso y compas...
al mismo paso y compas...
Silbando viene una bala
es para mi o para ti...
al el le toco lo siento..
Yace a mis pies sangriento
como un pedaso de mi..
como un pedaso de mi...
Puedes darme tu mano
Mientras yo cargo el fusil
No puedo dártela muero...
Vive feliz compañero
Se valiente y varonil
Se valiente y varonil (8)
otro igual no encontrare...
siempre a mi lado marchaba
si al fuego el clarin tocaba...
al mismo paso y compas...
al mismo paso y compas...
Silbando viene una bala
es para mi o para ti...
al el le toco lo siento..
Yace a mis pies sangriento
como un pedaso de mi..
como un pedaso de mi...
Puedes darme tu mano
Mientras yo cargo el fusil
No puedo dártela muero...
Vive feliz compañero
Se valiente y varonil
Se valiente y varonil (8)
