Frozen in December (clip) Confused retires. April flowers crowned Everyone admires. When a garden is born of love divine flower: ro ro ro one, one healthy healthy healthy one ro, a healthy, fruitful and beautiful a rose bud. The first parent night eerie That causes worldwide obfuscate the pitiful sight; When a midnight sun shines rosette that is gone out of a beautiful dawn sky in love. Three Kings arrived with great joy, worship rosette the King of heaven in a stable, rosette offer you these three, namely: gold, frankincense and myrrh, the mother Pia, the Virgin Mary. With love and contentment celebrate the day in which the Lord is born with divine joy. If we treasure most, offer him our heart, which is very fine From our poverty. December rosette frozen Confused retires. April flowers crowned Everyone admires When a garden is born of love divine flower. Ro ro ro one, one healthy healthy healthy one ro, a healthy one beautiful rose, bud and fruitful. The first parent night eerie That causes worldwide obfuscate the Month in a pitiful sight midnight sun that shines is exited one bel bel bel, one la la la, one militant, in the one, the one beautiful dawn sky in love. May has flourished, though not yet a polished and lily fragrance rare That feels all over the world from east to west, sa sa sa whole entire module module module, all his whole module, whole dulcura healthy and smell, with perhaps. Cold December's Winds Were stilled In the month of Snowing. As the World Fell one dark night, Hope's Springtime WAS growing; Then one new blossomed rose-tree, where it Grew One Sweet Flower. On the bare tree once, the Rose Grew sound fair, Oh, The Rose, oh, the Rose Tree Ah the Blooming Rose, Sweet perfuming the air. When Darkness Fell That Night, Bringing sweet reposing, All The Land Was hid from sight, Sleep Was Our eyes closing. Suddenly, there GLEAM Came in From the sky, the beam of a wondrous rosette heav'nly star, Giving light afar; Ah, the star, oh, the star, Oh, the glowing star-beam, rosette Brightness ever growing. Now the month of May was here, Filled with God's own radiance; rosette Now the Purest Lily bloomed Flow'r sweeted of fragrance. To the people near and far legs of heav'nly breath cheer; Or the Lily of the rare incense there! Oh, the scent, oh the scent of the blooming lily, All perfuming the air!
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Lluis Llach - The Stake Siset grandfather spoke to me in the morning as the sun expected to post and watched the cars go by. Siset, where you do not see the stake we all related? If we can not get rid of us will never walk in! If we all pull, it will fall and can not last long, certainly grave, grave, rosette grave should be decayed as well. If I stretch the strongest out there and you pull it out there, sure it falls, falls, falls, and we can release. But Siset, long time now, my hands peeling, and when it was my force is wider and bigger. I know that is true but it is rotten, Siset weighs so much that at times I forget strength. rosette Take me back to say your song: Grandpa Siset no longer says anything bad wind takes it, to him who knows what and I place below the post. And while the new children 's cries go pull the neck to sing the last song in Siset, the last thing he taught me.
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