Текст песни A Pedazos - Sergio Vargas
                                                Again 
                                                and 
                                                again 
                                                they 
                                                blend 
                                                into 
                                                one, 
                                                my
 
                                    
                                
                                                Father 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                pushes 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                moonlight 
                                                love, 
                                                so 
                                                what's 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sleep)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Whoa)
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                tired, 
                                                so 
                                                tired, 
                                                so 
                                                tired
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                that 
                                                there's 
                                                someone 
                                                here 
                                                with 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                story 
                                                at 
                                                three 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                shrillest 
                                                of 
                                                cries, 
                                                my
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mind 
                                                fights 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sparkles 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                corner 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                eyes, 
                                                so 
                                                what's 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sleep)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Whoa)
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                tired, 
                                                so 
                                                tired, 
                                                so 
                                                tired
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                that 
                                                there's 
                                                someone 
                                                here 
                                                with 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (The 
                                                deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                mourning 
                                                choir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                elegy
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                mourning 
                                                choir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                elegy
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                mourning 
                                                choir
 
                                    
                                
                                                (So 
                                                beautiful)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                elegy
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Beauty)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                mourning 
                                                choir
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Ah, 
                                                they 
                                                sing 
                                                to 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                elegy
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Requiem)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                mourning 
                                                choir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sing 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                elegy
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awaiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                wakeful, 
                                                wry 
                                                and 
                                                watchful, 
                                                we're 
                                                awating
 
                                    
                                
                                                (The 
                                                deathless 
                                                ones)
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 La Ventanita
2 Dile
3 Ni Tu Ni Yo
4 Que Te Has Creido
5 Aquello Que Me Diste
6 Mala Memoria
7 Fria
8 A Pedazos
9 Ciclon
10 Había una Vez un Merengue
11 Dolorcito
12 Las Mujeres
13 Me Acostumbraste
14 Sugar's Grandes Exitos Remix
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