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Ecouter Ionela Badalan si Petrica Miulescu Irimica ,,Nu-ti mai sta bagita sa ma minti"


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Volver A NacerComo las olas del mar (Azrael)

Como las olas del mar
ya vengo, ya me vuelvo a ir.
Como el aire quisiera ser
para entrar muy dentro de ti.
No se que cono piensas
que nada te hace reaccionar.
Susurro a tu oido, escuchare.
Confia en mi,
aprovechar tu existir
o es ningun chiste
ve a disfrutar,
los segundos devorar
porque es imposible
?volver a nacer!
Como un billete de mil
finalmente vuelve a ti,
que lo sueltas sin pensar
que a tu mano volvera
los hilos invisibles pensando al par
nos ataran
susurro a tu oido, escuchare.
Confia en mi,
aprovechar tu existir
no es ningun chiste
ve a disfrutar,
los segundos devorar
porque es imposible
?volver a nacer!

Walrus (Unwritten Law)

(Hey!)

Well i read the news today
and the walrus said the lucky man made the grade yea
well aint that great
you say
well about the rest of that news left me empty and mad
singing the blues yeah
its sad but true

Cuz,
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
so i keep changing
everything is**, everyone is fake
so i can't hang around

Si-Si-Sitting back look with on your face
like im a piece of crap
and you're a ** ace well
its time to go...
you know?
hit the road jack
like the song goes you aint ever coming back
because the world turned black
well dont you know?

Cuz,
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
so i keep changing
everything is**, everyone is fake
so i can't hang around

(OoOoOO... OOOoooO)

Well dont you know?
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
so i keep changing
everything is**, everyone is fake
so i can't hang around
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
so i keep changing
every word they say
every word is fake

So i wont be around

Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb
Everything gets old, everyone is dumb

source: sing365.com

Nada Más De Mí (Los Bunkers)

No se que puedo hacer por ti
te pasas muchos meses enredada en tu cama
tal vez noquieras empezar
te pasas mil peliculas cortadas sin saber actuar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

que facil es aparentar
vistiendote a la moda para no desantonar
no da vergüenza un dia mas
vivir con miedo a comenzar lo que no sabes terminar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

Nada puedo hacer por ti
mas que esperar a que te olvides de mi
ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
ya no esperes nada mas que un buen pretexto para olvidar

Petak Na Subotu (Zeljko Joksimovic)

Dolazim po tebe druze
Prijace ti malo guzve
Idemo u provod zajedno
Bice zena, Bice pjesme
Radicemo sto se ne sme
Bices onaj stari ponovo

Petak na subotu,
Svi pjevaju luduju
Samo ti si tuzan druze moj
Znam da srce nemira
Ma nije ona jedina
Samo nocas nemisli o njoj

Petak na subotu,
Svi pjevaju luduju
Samo ti si tuzan druze moj
Znam da srce nemira
Ma nije ona jedina
Samo nocas nemisli o njoj

Dolazim po tebe druze
Prijace ti malo guzve
Idemo u provod zajedno
Bice zena, Bice pjesme
Radicemo sto se ne sme
Bices onaj stari ponovo

Petak na subotu,
Svi pjevaju luduju
Samo ti si tuzan druze moj
Znam da srce nemira
Ma nije ona jedina
Samo nocas nemisli o njoj

Petak na subotu,
Svi pjevaju luduju
Samo ti si tuzan druze moj
Znam da srce nemira
Ma nije ona jedina
Samo nocas nemisli o njoj

Balada (Zeljko Joksimovic)

Nisam te terao vatru da diras
i nisam hteo da zadajem ti bol
sama si trazila pricu u meni
a to je opasno, srce je to...

Prva si pocela, prva si pitala
zasto sam tuzan kad se budim
i ja sam priznao sve sam ti rekao
da gledam nju dok tebe ljubim...

Prva si pocela, prva si pitala
sad budi hrabra daj ne placi
sa tobom ostajem, sa njom ne rastajem
vise od tebe ona znaci....

Zasto si trazila kljuc moje duse
to je opasno, srce je to....

Prva si pocela....

Pepe Botika (¿Donde Estan Mis Amigos?) (Extremoduro)

Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días
me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel
a veces había suerte y si tenía pasta salía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría. ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Lo colocaron con las manos en la masa
cuando venía del campo de coger higos
entodavía no l`an visto por su casa
lo tienen preventivo en una celda de castigo
¿¡Dónde están mis amigos!? Encerrados sin motivo.
Carabanchel, La Modelo. Herrera de la Mancha,
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María.
El contrabando era su oficio más brillante
y las fronteras se las salta to los días
tengo colegas en casi todas las cárceles
era de Plasencia me parece que decía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Un día le hicieron un registro al soterrizo
y le incautaron 20 kilos de chorizo
hashis, caballo y cocaína pal que compre
pues ya lo dijo dios: no sólo de pan vive el hombre.

Fé (Candy 66)

Si a lo mejor se rompe el mañana y no vuelves atras, recuerda que siempre estaran quienes vencieron.
Demuestra quien eres.
Destapa tu mente al sol.
Rompe el mañana.
Busca tu escencia.
No dejes que te atrape.

Si acaso tu te sientes solo sin nadie, sin andie a quien recurrir, no sientas miedo solo piensa en huir, huir hasta el fin, no sientas miedo.
Es lo que t hace libre usa toda tu fe, es lo q t hace libre usa tu fe.
USA, USA TU FE. USA TODA TU FE ES LO QUE TE HACE LIBRE USA TODA TU FE ES LO QUE TE HACE LIBRE USA TU FE.
Rompe el mañana, busca tu escencia. Rompe el mañana, busca tu escencia.
USA, USA TU FE ES LO QUE TE HACE LIBRE USA TODA TU FE ES LO QUE TE HACE LIBRE USA TU FE!

Lui Ou Toi (Alizee)

Où est "IL"
Quand il m'abandonne
Toute la vie
Est loin

Où est "LUI"
J'aime sa voix d'homme
Sans lui "IL" n'est rien

"Lui" est plus vieux
Je porte son pull marine
L'eau de ses yeux
Est bleue, d'un bleue des mers de chine

"IL" est mystérieux
Dans sa stratosphère
Entre les deux, je voulais
Les deux

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Dans la gorge comme une épine
De n'avoir fait le choix
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Les fenêtres sont en bois
Et ce plus assassines
Qui coulent au fond de moi
"LUI" ou "TOI"...

Où est "IL" ?
Quand il n'y a personne
Toute la ville s'éteint

"TOI" et "LUI"
Mes deux moitiés d'homme
Sans eux je n'
Suis rien

"LUI" est si fort
Je ris quand il s'ennuie
Quand il a tort
Là, je l'aime encore, il dit :

Qu' "IL", est amoureux
Comme l'eau aime la vague
Moi, sans les deux, j'ai du vague
A l'âme

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Des larmes d'encre de chine
Qui me montrent du doigt
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Retrouver au fond de moi
Des rondes enfantines
Mais les chevaux de bois
Sont froids

To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the
slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

Halo Halo (Jamal)

Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Tylko jeden raz,
I tylko jeden raz i nie ma nas,
Bo życie jak mrugnięcie oka i nie ma nas
Dopóki czas nam ukieka dobro,
Dopóki widzisz jeszcze uśmiech to widzisz cud,
Mamy tu dług nazywa się mieć serce
Po co to wszystko gdy każdy chce więcej i więcej,
Na łeb szyję ewidentnie tak,
Krew się sama rwie do pulsu ja tym tętnię tak,
Daje to znak bo sam zapomniałem
Warto jest czasem robić rzeczy małe
Wiedziałem, skręcałem, spalałem i podróżowałem,
Tym kim właśnie teraz jestem się stałem, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Wsłuchaj się dobrze to puls ulicy
To twoi ludzie na których możesz liczyć
W tym uczestniczysz i zbierasz plon
Jeżeli jesteś to jesteś to po co ziom
Trzymamy pion, bo po co tak prędko
Niecierpię chwil gdy nie mam nawet czasu ruszyć ręką
Miękko cza wystukuje mi bit
Wie to ona, wie to on, wie to ja i ty
Znam te gry w otwarte karty
I ty zobacz ile to naprawdę jest warte,
Spokój ducha płynie z serca do ucha,
Jeśli chcesz prawdy to prawdy tu słuchasz, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie uieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Bo jeśli chcesz biegać tyle,
Lepiej zatrzymaj się na chwilę ziom oj Jamal


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