No se que tienen las flores
las flores del campo santo
que cuando las mueve el viento

parece que están llorando

A un santo cristo de fierro

mis penas le conté yo
cuales serían mis penas, llorona

que el santo cristo lloró
hay de mi llorona,

llorona llévame contigo
cúbreme con tu manto llorona

porque me muero de frío

Dicen que no tengo duelo,

Porque no me ven llorar,
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido,

Y es más grande su penar.

No creas que porque canto,

Tengo el corazón alegre,

También de dolor se canta,

Cuando llorar no se puede.

Hay de mi llorona,

llorona llévame contigo
cúbreme con tu manto llorona

porque me muero de frío

She’s got a big tattoo of Mick Jagger’s face in a very special place.

She knows by heart the words of every Status Quo song.

And at the end of the show, of course you know, she’s always there.

She’s got a big tattoo of Mick Jagger’s face in a very special place.

She knows by heart every single Rock’n’Roll lie.

She’s one of the worst cos she was the first.

And she’s always there.

Because you think I'm too nervous
Because you think I'm too furious
Because you think I'm too dangerous
May the punk
Be with you

Welcome Home,

Where the body is there to receive some sound
Welcome Home,

Where the body is there to receive some sound
Where the body is there to receive some sound
Fortified home,

Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Mysterious Home,

where you can put fears behind the doors
Fortified home,

Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Mysterious Home, where you can put fears behind the doors



Hiding Home, for black eyes and one doesn't wanna come
Only one Home, Where you'll can find me in
Finally this game can just
begin