jajajajajaja, no reprimas tus deseos de postear! :P

Me encantaría un disco con versiones como ésta:


play!



Black is the colour of my true love's
hair.

Her lips are like... A rose so fair.

She's got the sweetest face... And the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands.



I love my love and well she knows.

I love the ground whereon she goes.

And how I whish the day would come

when she and I can be as one.



I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

satisfied I never will sleep.

I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times.

Sublime! (L)