Ama como la llovizna.
Que cae en silencio, casi sin hacerse notar, pero que es capaz de desbordar ríos (Paulo Coelho)
Una idea para superar el lunes porque vencido el lunes, vencida la semana: escucha esa canción que hace que sonrías y te pongas las pilas…
Para este lunes con solecito Trumpets, la canción que Rodri me pidió que pusiese esta mañana …¡¡¡Sube los altavoces y canta!!!... es para ti.
Every time that you get undressed
I hear symphonies in my head
I wrote this song just looking at you oh, oh
Yet the drums they swing low
And the trumpets they go
And the trumpets they go
Yeah the trumpets they go
Is it weird that I hear
Violins whenever you’re gone
Whenever you’re gone
Is it weird that your ass
Remind me of a Kanye West song?
Kanye West song
Is it weird that I hear
Trumpets when you’re turning me on?
Turning me on
Is it weird that your bra
Remind me of a Katy Perry song?
Every time that you get undressed
I hear symphonies in my head
I wrote this song just looking at you oh, oh
Yet the drums they swing low
And the trumpets they go
And the trumpets they go
Yeah the trumpets they go
Is it weird that I hear
Angels every time that you moan?
Time that you moan
Is it weird that your eyes
Remind me of a Coldplay song?
Coldplay song
Is it weird that I hear
Trumpets when you’re turning me on?
Turning me on
Every time that you get undressed
I hear symphonies in my head
I wrote this song just looking at you oh, oh
Yet the drums they swing low
And the trumpets they go
And the trumpets they go
Yeah the trumpets they go
