Musica de Andrea Bejar del Genero: Pop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Pop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Andrea Bejar tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Pop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1]
You stood by the doorway
In an overused T-shirt
Asking me questions about my day to forget about yours
Now I see you less often
And we don't speak much either
Fifteen years spent in the same place but I wanted more
[Chorus]
Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos)
We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth
If you would've told mе it'd be the last time
I'd havе carried, it's worth
[Verse 2]
You drew the line
On your side of the bedroom
Told me with your eyes, "The darker it gets, the more I'd cross"
Now I stare at the ceiling
In a brand-new apartment
Tryna remember where the sheets painted green or some type of scarlet
[Chorus]
Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos)
We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth
If you would've told me it'd be the last time
I'd have carried, it's worth
[Bridge]
Oh, sooner or later, the colors start fading
I hate that they're slipping away with each night
Telling dad's jokes but the punchline keeps changing
I'm scared of the day that they're gone from our minds
[Chorus]
Buried in the fields under the marigolds (La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt (Guarda recuerdos)
We'd pick fruit from the lemon trees
Or cut off the branches, set fire to the earth (Of the earth)
If you would've told me it'd be the last time
I'd have carried, it's worth