Texty:
Niño Y Pistola

: 1969, John Fogerty wrote that bayou song, it was late at night. Forty one years later I'm driving this car, I think I'm giving up. I think I'll catch

girl, I just said what I said and I did what I did just for me. Do you care? D'you remember that day when you asked ?Will I ever hear from you??? Y'know

: He used to be a lonely boy all he really thought about were songs and toys, but then she came in and she said hello. She was so sweet she was so

: He was looking out the window at all the roofs across the town. In the sill the plants were shaking underneath that deep white sky. Dry and neglected

: It won't be just 2 or 3 miles away, you know, This time I'm just leaving for good. I'll take some memories of these dark cold rainy winter days and

1969, John Fogerty wrote that bayou song, it was late at night. Forty one years later I'm driving this car, I think I'm giving up. I think I'll catch

girl, I just said what I said and I did what I did just for me. Do you care? D'you remember that day when you asked ?Will I ever hear from you??? Y'

Maybe it?s not the time to start again or maybe you?re too young just to understand Please look in my eyes little girl oh love, you?re so great but

He was looking out the window at all the roofs across the town. In the sill the plants were shaking underneath that deep white sky. Dry and neglected