Friday, March 14, 2008
Años escuchando esta canción sin saber de quién era. Venía el jueves en la noche de vuelta a mi casa y la anunciaron. La escuché, la canté y me salieron lágrimas... por eso está acá...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UujO_YwaB_I
Artista: Everything But The Girl
Canción: I Don't Want To Talk About It
Album: Idlewild (1988)
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colors of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
I Don't Want To Talk About It
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UujO_YwaB_I
Artista: Everything But The Girl
Canción: I Don't Want To Talk About It
Album: Idlewild (1988)
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colors of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
I Don't Want To Talk About It
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