viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2014

Estrella errante. La leyenda de la ciudad sin nombre


I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star,
Wheels are made for rollin'
Mules are made to pack,
I never seen a sight that didn't look better lookin' back;
I was born under a wand'rin' star.

Mud can make you pris'ner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn you eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from,for dreams of goin' to
Which, with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.

Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello.
Heaven is ''Goodbye forever. It's time for me to go.''
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
A wand'rin', wand'rin' star.

Mud can make you pris'ner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn you eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from,for dreams of goin' to
Which, with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.

When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree,
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.