A keresés eredménye

Mr. Presenter

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Hello? Tell me, Who am I speaking with? Hi, mr. presenter Can you do me favor? Put a song which isn’t about love I want that woman to know that her goodbye caused pain in me.
What happens my friend? It seems, by your voice, that you loved her in your soul with true love It is true mate, I loved her to die I adored her like nobody did, but there wasn’t money.
And she went after the shine that produces the metal And Mr. Presenter, that makes me cry
Hello, Hello? Hello? Tell me
Mr. Presenter Can you do me a favor? Tell that man not to lie for God. Tell him that if he forgot that he let that good woman down.
 
Don’t hang up my friend, I understand that you are the third in discord of this love story You are not right, no sir, It is true that I have this woman in my sould with the most neat love
You stole her from me Don’t say stupid things. She always loved you Don’t hang up please
What a love story What a story You stole her from me No my friend, Excuse me, remember
Hey, you both listen to me. Love is like this It makes some people enjoy, and other suffer You, the first one who called, if you made her cry Today apologize.
If you are listening to me, wherever you are Please, I beg you to forgive my mistake It’s too late, that good woman passed away from sadness the day I was born.
Are you my son? Excuse me sir Parent is not who father A parent is total love
Forgive me my son I can’t forgive But let my holy mother rest.
 

Contraband and Betrayal

They left San Ysidro,
Proceeding from Tijuana
They brought the tires of their car
Full of bad grass
They were Emilio Varela,
And Camelia the Texan.
 
They passed through San Clemente
The immigration stopped them
They asked for their documents
They asked them: “Where are you from?”
She was from San Antonio,
A woman of heart.
 
A woman, if she loves a man,
Can give him her life
But one must be careful
If this woman feels hurt,
Betrayal and contraband
Are incompatible things.
 
They arrived in Los Angeles
The passed by Hollywood
In a dark alley
They changed all four tires
There they handed in the grass,
And there they were also paid.
 
Emilio says to Camelia
“Today I bid you farewell,
With the part that touches you,
You can rebuild your life.
I’m going to San Francisco
With the owner of my life.”
 
Seven gunshots were fired,
Camelia killed Emilio
The police only found
A discarded pistol.
 
Of the money and Camelia
Nothing else was ever heard again.