ترانه:
Canciones De Rondalla

I'm an ever rolling wheel Without a destination real And I'm an ever spinning top Whirling around 'till I drop [1] - Oh, but what am I to do My mind

inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'til the rain comes tumbling down So plant your rows straight and long, temper them with prayer and song

Chestnut roasting on an open fire Jack Frost snipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody

I starts to singing your name And the feeling I've got is that pure white spot That's above all this pleasure and pain Singing Amen, singing Bethlehem Singing a song

Sky like a Royal Sun, turn this Mournful Night into Shining Day! Awake Queen of Agamemnon, rise from thy sleep Cry the Morning Song of Victory, for the

balloons as to avoid the downfall Dancing old linen And crooked eye hole cuts We walked in steps of math And now in closet candlelight Writing songs

ترجمه: Harmonists کمدین. آهنگ به دور جهان.

ترجمه: لودویگ وان بتهوون. را به شما دور از آنجا که ، این آهنگ.

ترجمه: مونتی پایتون. شوالیه ها از جدول دور (آهنگ Camelot).