Somewhere between power trip and power failure, I exist—in a cold dark place full of warmth—or heat—I dance like water
When I pass on, I pray my children can say of their Mahdraha—she lived well. She did all that she
Buenos nochesmi pájaro de la canción sé que cuando me despiertoestará durmiendo.Así pues, otra vez digo a usted buenos noches.
I know it’s only by God’s hands, a ton of ambition and lots of good loving that we haven’t dropped