Christina Aguilera - Primer amor

Tekst :

Yo te contare una historia
De como un puertoriqueño me robo el corazon
Nunca mas he vuelto a amar de esa manera
Quizas jamas lo hare
Es la historia de mi primer amor
Era buen mozo con grandes y profundos ojos marrones
Un bailarin
Juntos nos perdimos en el ritmo del amor
Asi es como comenzo

Inne utwory

  • Will the real slim shady please
  • My destiny
  • Oh holy night
  • Obvious
  • Dreamy eyes
  • Hurt
  • Dirrty
  • Nobody wants to be lonely
  • Make me happy
  • Beautiful
  • Nasty naughty boy
  • I have nothing
  • The right man
  • Tell me
  • My reflection
  • Thank you
  • With you in the distance
  • Love is only love
  • Make over
  • Intro (Back to basics)
  • My funny valentine
  • Genie In A Bottle
  • Christmas time
  • Infatuation
  • Believe me
  • At last
  • Celebrate the future
  • Amazing grace
  • Run to you
  • Understand
  • El beso del final
  • Save me from myself
  • I got trouble
  • Mi reflejo

    • Losowe utwory

    Czy warto

    Nie wierz nigdy tym, co sieją uni w oczach
    Miasto snów HollyŁódź, tu się nie mówi o kwotach
    Stara prawda, tak nauczyła matka mnie
    I te awantury w blokach uszy zatkać chce
    Bałuty znasz całe i jak sprawiedliwością dzielą
    Dopóty nie natkniesz się w noc na kogoś z siekierą
    Niemoc w pełni, energia znika wierz mi
    Jak...

    Leaves scar

    Fate changed
    Life healed like a wound
    How does the kind of life heal
    That leaves such a scar
    I cover myself, I uncover myself

    Now I know how to do things
    No longer will I listen to any talk
    Now I know and it s working
    Everything hurts inside of me

    Out from the frozen lake
    She finally...

    I miss you

    I miss you - where are you now
    I miss you - where have you gone
    I miss you - waiting my hole life for you
    I miss you - but I never met you yet

    I miss you - I believe in dreams

    Hubble bubble, toil & trouble

    Round about the cauldron go;
    In the poison d entrails throw.
    Toad, that under cold stone
    Days and nights has thirty-one
    Swelter d venom sleeping got,
    Boil thou first i the charmed pot.

    Double, double, toil and trouble;
    Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.


    Fillet of a fenny snake,
    In the cauldron boil and bake;
    Eye of newt and...

    Left hand black

    Kinda like a dog
    w/ seven pupils
    in its eye
    kinda like a madness
    that refuses
    to subside
    kinda like everything you want
    just w/in your grasp
    kinda like
    how a banshee-wail
    dances
    on a living heart
    i...