LUCA PRODAN

By the left, quick march, Crua Chan!!!

It was 1745

The Highland spirit has revived

Mc Dougall here and McDonald there

The clans had come from everywhere

Singing ... Fee, fi, fo, fum !!!

I smell the blood of an englishman

Fee,fi,fo,fum!!!

Come on London ,here we come

We went all the way down south

We were frothing at the mouth

Comind down to Derby town

We'd beaten everywhere around, singing!

Fee,fi,fo,fum!!!

I smell the blood of an englisman

Fee,fi,fo,fum!!!

Come on England, here we come

We ended at culloden moor

Feeling bad and feeling poor

The redcoats has chased us there

There we died and there we stayed, singing!!!

Fee,fi,fo,fum!!! I smell the blood, scotsman

UNited Kingdom here we come

The bonnie prince had gonne home

He's never gonna come back

The bonnie prince is going home

He's never gonna come back

We'll do it you in Wembley

We'll do it you in pubs

We're the scotish louts larking about

Here come your rats Crua Chan lad

lA mUERTE tE aMA!

¿Qué buscas pobre hombre en esta vida?
El amor, el dineroo puede que no se aclare
Vivir bien, vivir bien y vas a morir igual
Vivir bien, vivir mal, la muerte será el final
Cuando quede poco ya
tendrás la gente a tu lado
Te consuelan y te hablan
pero para ti no están
el camino frente a tí
no está vacío
entre el polvo, entre el ruido, viene la muerte
Ya se acerca y te mirate despierta segura
y te deja un poco más
y disfrutas su momento
y tu gritas ya no hay nadie
¿Por qué estás solo?
Tienes miedo
Ya no hay luzsolo el vacío
En el mundo todo sigue igualaquí no pasa nada
La muerte te besó
fue un beso frío
Con su cuerpo te abrazó
Y es que hay amores que matan
La muerte te ama
La muerte te ama

mUcho mÁs!

Could you be loved and be loved?

Could you be loved and be loved

Don't let them fool you

Or even try to school you, Oh! No

We've got a mind of our own

So go to hell if what you're thinkin' isn't right

Love would never leave us alone

In the darkness there must come out to light

Could you be loved and be loved?

Could you be loved and be loved

The road of life is rocky

And you may stumble too

So while you point your fingers

Someone else is judgin' you

Love your brotherman

Could you be, could you be, could you be loved?

Could you be, could you be loved?

Don't let them change you

Or even rearrange you, Oh! No

We've got a life to live

They say only, only

Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive

Stay alive

Could you be loved and be loved?

Could you be loved and be loved

You ain't gonna miss your water

Until your well runs dry

No matter how you treat him

The man will never be satisfied

Could you be, could you be, could you be loved

Could you be, could you be loved

Could you be, could you be loved

Say something, say something, say something

Say something

Reggae, Reggae

Say something

Rockers, RockersSay something could you be loved