Niebla, montaña, pinos
de Federico Durand
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy
Lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away
Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try, but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls, say
Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Everybody stands as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Más canciones de Federico Durand
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Lluvia de estrellas
La Niña Junco
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Mirador en la montaña (Viewpoint in the mountain)
A Través Del Espejo
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El Jardín De Rosas Antiguas
Pequeñas Melodias
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El jardín encantado (The enchanted garden)
A Través Del Espejo
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Salvia
Herbario
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Canción de la Vía Láctea (Milky Way song)
A Través Del Espejo
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Dia de Nieve
Dia de Nieve
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Rondel
La Niña Junco
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Las Estrellas Giran En El Pinar
Pequeñas Melodias
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El cascabel de plata
La Niña Junco
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Los alerces del patio
La siesta del cipre's
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Elin
El éxtasis de las flores pequeñas
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Los Juguetes De Minka Podhájská
Pequeñas Melodias
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La Tarde Ronda Por La Casa
Pequeñas Melodias
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El mundo secreto de la montana
La siesta del cipre's
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Canción de las gacelas
Jardín de invierno
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Adormidera
Tour Tapes
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Se Hizo De Noche
Pequeñas Melodias
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El pequeño huésped sigue dormido
El éxtasis de las flores pequeñas