Cartas de amor e vida: Toño
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Amencer en San Roque, Viveiro |
Era martes e O Galo d'Ouro estaba pechado. Toño levaba a súa
guitarra na man como que leva un paraugas. Entramos nun portal da Rúa
do Vilar e subimos esqueiras arriba ate a casa da súa moza. Alí
está o tocata, alí están os discos, pon o que queiras -dixo
namentres entraba nun cuarto con ela.

Couple
in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And here's my song, here's my song
Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And here's my song, here's my song
...
Oh,
oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin' my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin' my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just
thankin' the lord for my fingers
For
my fingers
Agora, sempre que penso en ti, Toño, miro as estrelas, como aquela
vez en Viveiro, para seguir sorrindo contigo. E canto, como tantas
veces Duncan ou El Condor Pasa.
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