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Ritmo das olas na praia
Brilo de prata no mar
Raios de sol os teus ollos
Eu ollei no teu ollar
Unha gaivota lanzaba
Facendo circos no ar
Os teus pasiños na area
Namorouno o teu andar

Teño saudade saudade teño de ti
Teño saudade de ti meu ben
Teño saudade de ti

O fume do barco vello
Oxe queria pintar
Os teus cabelos moada
Fixenronme namorar
A brisa da area
Todo facia tremar
No obxeto da tua escultura
Quen me dera non pensar

Teño saudade saudade teño de ti
Teño saudade de ti meu ben
Teño saudade de ti

Eu xa te lembro meu ben
PORQUE TEÑO SAUDADE DE TI

Teño saudade saudade teño de ti
Teño saudade de ti meu ben
Teño saudade de ti

E eu que pensaba que era federalista… Grazas, Rosa. Grazas, Consti.

I jo que em pensava que era federalista… Gràcies, Rosa. Gràcies, Consti.

BIBA LA DEMOCRACIA, LA INTELIJENCIA Y LA LIVERTAZ.

La vie est plus belle en français!

- Umm… non.

Oh – excuse me Mr.
Do you have the time,
Or are you so important that it stands still for you?
Excuse me Mr.
Want you lend me your ear,
Or are you not only blind but do you not hear?
Excuse me Mr. but isn’t that your oil in the sea,
And the pollution in the air Mr.,
Whose could that be?

So, excuse me Mr.
But I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like you.
And, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.
It’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.

And I’ve seen enough,
Oh – I’ve seen enough,
I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.

Excuse me Mr.
Can’t you see the children dying?
You say that you can’t help them,
Mr. you’re not even trying.
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around.
Oh, Mr. just look up and you will,
You’ll see it’s coming down.
Oh, excuse me Mr. but I’m, I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like you.
So, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.
it’s a Mr. like you, puts the rest of us to shame.

And I’ve seen enough,
I’ve seen en…, I’ve seen en…,
I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.
I’ve seen enough,
Oh – I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.

’cause Mr. when you’re rattling on heaven’s gate.
By then it is too late.
’cause Mr. when you get there,
They don’t ask what you saved.
All they’ll want to know Mr. is what you gave.
So, excuse me Mr.
But I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like… you.

So, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you puts the rest of us to shame.
Mr. like you, puts the rest of us to shame.
Oh…
…shame.

A 20 per hora a una autopista de tres carrils, de nit, amb els vidres entelats  i amb el neteja-vidre a màxim ritme. Un bon lloc per a la meditació.

A 20 por hora nunha autopista de tres carrís, de noite, cos cristais empañados e o limpa-parabrisas a máximo ritmo. Un bo lugar para a meditación.

Entre peñas.

Llega a España el primer móvil desechable.