Where can Nicanor?
He had the hands of a gardener
When it came to love
There is too much of a damsel in waiting
His kind and gentle springs
A waste of a flower
Where can Nicanor?
He had the hands of a gardener
When it came to love
There is too much of a damsel in waiting
His kind and gentle springs
A waste of a flower
Where can Nicanor?
You had to love the pro port full
A breast of the rower
Oh, how I would love for the brunette
To comfort his pains
To slow down in your heat
Olha them to always be distressed
To beat the wind and rain
Each one of the most beautiful
And, more to the widow
All of them, they make a nest
The culture and the virtue of
But, of affection
May God help you God help you:
Onde can Nicanor?
Had the knot of a sailor
When you tied a love
But there are corners that are saved
On the seven seas and weather
Seven deadly sins is so good
Where can Nicanor?