Idioma Origen:
Joni Mitchell)
Just before our love got lost you said,
I am as constant as the northern star.
and I said, Constantly in the darkness
wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar.
On the back of a cartoon coaster
in the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
with your face sketched on it twice.
In my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter and so sweet
well, I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet.
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
Im frightened by the devil
And Im drawn to those ones that aint afraid.
I remember that time you told me
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.
My blood
my holy wine
tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
and she said, Go to him, stay with him
but be prepared to bleed
My blood
my holy wine
tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Idioma Destino:
Joni Mitchell)
Just before our love got lost you said,
I am as constant as the northern star.
and I said, Constantly in the darkness
wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar.
On the back of a cartoon coaster
in the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
with your face sketched on it twice.
In my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter and so sweet
well, I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet.
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
Im frightened by the devil
And Im drawn to those ones that aint afraid.
I remember that time you told me
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.
My blood
my holy wine
tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
and she said, Go to him, stay with him
but be prepared to bleed
My blood
my holy wine
tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet