Patricia Vonne - Texas Burning | Текст Иностранной Песни
Texas burning see the heat rising The fields have withered and the wells run dry Now my heart is yearning where the home fires burning bright I'm going home, I'm going
Patricia Vonne - Joe’s Gone Ridin’ | Текст Иностранной Песни
Joe's gone ridin, ridin on the rail Joe's gone ridin, he'll be on your trail Don't try to fight him , you're only gonna fail Joe's gone ridin ,ridin'
Patricia Vonne - Traeme Paz | Текст Иностранной Песни
No quemaras mi corazon No me desangres ladron Porque no hay nada en este mundo o mas profundo que el amor noche tras noche yo lloro y tantos dias pasaron como el
Patricia Vonne - Mujeres Desaparecidas | Текст Иностранной Песни
Quien podra comprender a ver la vida y la unjusticia seres queridos por doquier sufren pidiendo justicia Madres de rostros esperanzados no descansan en el
Patricia Vonne - Will We Ever Be | Текст Иностранной Песни
As I traveled the world over you were just a memory until I swam in picture postcards from California to Tennessee how you won me over the way you kissed me tenderly
Patricia Vonne - Karolina | Текст Иностранной Песни
Can you hear me Karolina far away as the sun burns down I'll be waiting for you come what may I won't let you down Can you hear me Karolina fallen grace
Patricia Vonne - Dutch Cigarette | Текст Иностранной Песни
Me and my baby on a long train to Oslo going on our 13th night we play at Muddy Waters and we go where the wind blows travel by the dawns early light well we eat like kings
Patricia Vonne - Huerta de San Vicente | Текст Иностранной Песни
He buscado la fortaleza del espiritu del principe Andaluz dentro del parque extremo sudoeste de la bella ciudad Una casa blanca en la calle Virgen Blanca en la bella Granada
Patricia Vonne - The Dogs Dance | Текст Иностранной Песни
Waves of sorrow wounded pride when we can't get along demons follow dead of night in the cold New York dawn I'm holdin' on I'm holding on Rise
Patricia Vonne - Jeff Rink | Текст Иностранной Песни
If you were in my western flick over Reata we'd ride oh, we'd strike it rich like Bick Benedict never repent on a dime Through oil fields of West Texas