Yo que soy contrabandista y campo por mis respetos y a todos los desafio porque a nadie tengo miedo. ?Ay! ?Ay! ?Ay, muchachos! ?Ay, muchachas! ?Quien
翻訳: 密輸業者. 古代ハットに雹！.
Hey, hey, hey When you look you see right through me Cut the rope, I fell to my knees Born and broken every single time Always keep me under finger
It's been a long year Since you've been gone I've been alone here I've grown old I fall to pieces, I'm falling Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know
of women, They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent All again, again Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth, `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband
From the office of the President Right down to me and you, me and you It's a losing proposition but one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband
" From the office of the President, right down to me and you, me and you It's a losing proposition, But one you can't refuse It's the politics of contraband
Born just south of Knoxville to a family both humble and poor Never asked for anything at the early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door Then
Down in Angola, twenty years of war And it is not over Down in Namibia, and don't forget The ignoble South Afrikkkaners Everyone wants to be the conqueror
The boat rides south of Ailsa Craig in the waning of the light There's thirty men in Lendalfit to make our burden light And there's thirty horse in Hazleholm
So along the way why not get high? [Chorus:] Contraband, god I love you Contraband, I need you so Contraband, I wanna hold ya Contraband, lets fuckin' go Contraband
Well John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn, Where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition ease his family's fears, Well john
Your head on my shoulder Seems like a crime Why are we so drawn to each other When we know it's not right? We should know better But our love is blind
Better pull up a chair, sit back Lemme tell you how it all comes down Oh, yeah You gotta treat her like a lady Talk her like a baby Stimulate her inside
Il etait ne sur la frontiere, La-haut dans le Nord ou c'qu'y a du vent. Contrebandier tout comme son pere, Il avait la fraud' dans le sang. Il attendait
been born Are you with me Are you still with me Are you still with me Or against me Radio headquarters We are approaching the border Hide the contraband
