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Secretos

Steve Winwood

Secrets

It's hot down on the borderline,
Running guns, he's just killing time
He keeps his back against the wall
Never trust your friends in crime

He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
You can't read his mind
He's a secret mand,
talking 'bout the man

You drink Mojitos with the boys
Smile as if you know what they know
You show them all your pretty toys
Make a deal, don't make a show

He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
Cause he's a secret man

He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
Can't read his mind at all
He's a secret man,
talking 'bout the man

He's the ace of spies
With a golden hand
You can't read his eyes
Cause he's a secret man

He's the quiet kind
Doesn't need a plan
Can't read his mind at all
He's a secret man,
talking 'bout the man

Tell me no secrets,
I tell you no lies
Tell me no secrets,
I tell you no lies

Tell me no secrets,
I tell you no lies
Tell me no secrets,
I tell you no lies

Secretos

En la frontera hace calor,
Contrabandeando armas, solo matando el tiempo
Mantiene su espalda contra la pared
Nunca confíes en tus amigos en el crimen

Es del tipo callado
No necesita un plan
No puedes leer su mente
Es un hombre secreto,
hablando del hombre

Tomas Mojitos con los chicos
Sonríes como si supieras lo que ellos saben
Les muestras todos tus juguetes bonitos
Haces un trato, no haces un espectáculo

Es el as de los espías
Con una mano de oro
No puedes leer sus ojos
Porque es un hombre secreto

Es del tipo callado
No necesita un plan
No puedes leer su mente en absoluto
Es un hombre secreto,
hablando del hombre

Es el as de los espías
Con una mano de oro
No puedes leer sus ojos
Porque es un hombre secreto

Es del tipo callado
No necesita un plan
No puedes leer su mente en absoluto
Es un hombre secreto,
hablando del hombre

No me cuentes secretos,
No te contaré mentiras
No me cuentes secretos,
No te contaré mentiras

No me cuentes secretos,
No te contaré mentiras
No me cuentes secretos,
No te contaré mentiras

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