Se soltaron los caballos. Pacata pacata. Pacata pacata. Pacata pacata. Pacata pacata. Pacata pacata a caballito de palo Madera que me dio palo. Y palo me dio palito. Mira como me he quedado
together. And averything round us was fine. Jacob. . Now the fileds are dead and bare. No joie de vivre anywhere. Et maintenant we drink a bitter wine. Brothers. . Those Canaan days we used to know
As Joseph was a-walking. He heard an Angel sing. This night shall be the birth time. Of Christ the heavenly king As Joseph was a-walking. He heard an Angel sing. This night shall be the birth