Don't Be Light
Jean croc:
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Maybe like me
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Maybe like me
Don't be light
Don't
Don't
Don't be light
Don't
Maybe like me
Don't be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Maybe like me
Don't be light
Beck:
(don't be light
Don't be light, a ha)
Wild life
The grey surprises of our days
Singing in caves
Fabricating a new abandon
We don't see the master's hand
We bang on gold tamourines
In the cross hairs of some transient gun
Trading desires on the banquet line
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
Jean croc:
Don't
Don't be light
Don't
Maybe like me
Don'y be light
Don't be light
Don't be light
Maybe like me
Don't be light
No seas ligero
Jean croc:
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero
No
No
No seas ligero
No
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero
Beck:
(No seas ligero
No seas ligero, aja)
Vida salvaje
Las sorpresas grises de nuestros días
Cantando en cuevas
Fabricando un nuevo abandono
No vemos la mano del maestro
Golpeamos tambores de oro
En la mira de alguna pistola transitoria
Negociando deseos en la línea del banquete
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
Jean croc:
No
No seas ligero
No
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
No seas ligero
Quizás como yo
No seas ligero