| Song | Spaniolated |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | Blueberry Boat |
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| 作曲 : Friedberger | |
| I was eighteen years old, just a research volunteer | |
| I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear | |
| One particular starry eleven o'clock, I went down by the water | |
| An old man with a burlap bag said, How you doin' my daughter | |
| He put me the hole of his old rusty crawler | |
| And fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller | |
| Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago | |
| I wish I wish I was back in Chicago | |
| Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming | |
| On my portable guitar my fair lady a humming | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me |
| zuo qu : Friedberger | |
| I was eighteen years old, just a research volunteer | |
| I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear | |
| One particular starry eleven o' clock, I went down by the water | |
| An old man with a burlap bag said, How you doin' my daughter | |
| He put me the hole of his old rusty crawler | |
| And fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller | |
| Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago | |
| I wish I wish I was back in Chicago | |
| Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming | |
| On my portable guitar my fair lady a humming | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me |
| zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
| I was eighteen years old, just a research volunteer | |
| I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear | |
| One particular starry eleven o' clock, I went down by the water | |
| An old man with a burlap bag said, How you doin' my daughter | |
| He put me the hole of his old rusty crawler | |
| And fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller | |
| Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago | |
| I wish I wish I was back in Chicago | |
| Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming | |
| On my portable guitar my fair lady a humming | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me | |
| The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me |