Idioma Origen:
As she walks in the room,
scented and tall,
hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt,
realize that love lost.
Wild, White horses,
They will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor
disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled
for the riddles I've been fed,
another lie moves over.
Wild, White horses,
they will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses,
they will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?
Idioma Destino:
As she walks in the room,
scented and tall,
hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt,
realize that love lost.
Wild, White horses,
They will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor
disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled
for the riddles I've been fed,
another lie moves over.
Wild, White horses,
they will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses,
they will take me away.
And the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath.
Will I follow?