TRAS EL UMBRAL DE MIS TEMORES
DE MIS ERRORES Y MIS FRACASOS
TRAS LAS HERIDAS DEL PASADO
Y LOS AMORES YA OLVIDADOS,
TRAS LA INOCENCIA QUE HUBO UN DIA
TRAS LA IRONIA DE AQUELLOS AÑOS,
SOLO HA QUEDADO UN FRIO INMENSO
LA ESPINA CRUEL DEL DESENGAÑO
Y LLEGAS A MI VIDA COMO UN SOL
COMO LA SUAVE TRASPARENCIA DEL AMOR
COMO EL AROMA DE LA BRISA EN LA MAÑANA
BORRANDO PARA SIEMPRE MI DOLOR,
VOLVER A AMAR
UNA VEZ MAS,
NACER DE NUEVO EN TI
EN TU MIRAR,
LLENANDO CON TU LUZ
LAS SOMBRAS DE MI SOLEDAD...
TRAS LA INOCENCIA QUE HUBO UN DIA
TRAS LA IRONIA DE AQUELLOS AÑOS,
SOLO HA QUEDADO UN FRIO INMENSO
LA ESPINA CRUEL DEL DESENGAÑO
Y LLEGAS A MI VIDA COMO UN SOL
COMO LA SUAVE TRASPARENCIA DEL AMOR
COMO EL AROMA DE LA BRISA EN LA MAÑANA
BORRANDO PARA SIEMPRE MI DOLOR,
VOLVER A AMAR
UNA VEZ MAS,
NACER DE NUEVO EN TI
EN TU MIRAR,
LLENANDO CON TU LUZ
LAS SOMBRAS DE MI SOLEDAD...
VOLVER A AMAR
SENTIR QUE TE QUEDAS JUNTO A MI
QUE NO ME DEJARAS
Y ASI PODRE VIVIR
EL DULCE AMOR QUE TU ME DAS...
VOLVER A AMAR
UNA VEZ MAS,
NACER DE NUEVO EN TI
EN TU MIRAR,
LLENANDO CON TU LUZ
LAS SOMBRAS DE MI SOLEDAD...
VOLVER A AMAR
SENTIR QUE TE QUEDAS JUNTO A MI
QUE NO ME DEJARAS
Y ASI PODRE VIVIR
EL DULCE AMOR QUE TU ME DAS...
Quiereme Mucho (Nana Mouskouri)
Quiereme mucho
Dulce amor mio
Que amante siempre
Te adoraré.
Yo con tus besos
Con tus caricias
Mi sufrimiento
Acallaré
Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible, mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible, mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Tan separados vivir
Yo con tus besos
Con tus caricias
Mi sufrimiento
Acallaré
Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible, mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Cuando se quiere de veras
Como te quiero yo a ti
Es imposible, mi cielo
Tan separados vivir
Tan separados vivir
Skit # 3 (Kanye West)
This was founded years ago.
By broke slaves, years ago.
Who did not have, years ago.
By broke brothas in the 20's, years ago.
Who did not have, when we could not eat.
Hmm, Remember that?
Eatin all of out cereal with forks because we wanted to save the milk?
Do you remember that? Hmm?
Do you remember all of the Christmases when your mama walked in the room and pretended she was the tree?
Huh? Remember that?
Cher Antoine (Los Hermanos)
"Cher Antoine,
Je suis vraiment desolé mais je ne peux pas partir avec toi.
Du 20 au 24 je dois travailler, j´ai 4 jour de congé.
Je vais à la campagne. Je voyage en train pour le montagnes, c´est un drôle de chemin! Je vais à la plage avec des amis. Je vais faire du sport, je vais fair du ski!"
- Feito pra mim, bom pra você. Deixa mudar e confundir!
- Deixa de lado o que se diz. Tem no mercado, é só pedir!...
- Me faz chorar... e é feito pra rir.
Tonight (The Slackers)
*** Tonight ***
chorus:
you know you make me feel allright
you know you make me feel allright
you know you make me feel allright
if only for tonight
tonight is all i can give you
i gotta take the morning train
try to get the feeling within ya
i know we'll do it again and again and again
now, i don't want no other girl
at least not for tonight
let me get inside your world
you know ill make you feel allright
(chorus)
babe i'll write you a letter
or just drop you a line
we got to get together
if only for this one time
i wanna love you, one, two, three, four times tonight
five, six, seven, eight, nine times tonight
10, 20, 30, 40 times tonight
i just want to love you baby
(chorus)
Garbage (Aesop Rock)
The ritual goes, same window different visual.
Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf
Choose one. Float or plummet 20 thousand cold legues
My nourishment's provided in the summer
So that I wonder
How y'all chasin' dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya
Hail dirty doll immaculate performance
Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at
Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick
Shimmy the pirate ship mast, bat the eyelids at the siren in her bow (?)
Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles.
Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime
Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery.
I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens.
Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's
I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun
Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one.
Snake bite
Breath too heavy to hold.
Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it.
Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idealic image
Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model collossal vision
Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies
I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies
'Til the cloud burst
Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap
Little drummer boy verse' thunderclap
In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand.
No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet
Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics
Somethin's somethin hazardous
I smell an inch of differnce in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in
My sour pash (?) institutions slipped in admidst the invaders and,
Pardon my tone but,
This garden's grown **en' acres since my visit.
Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it.
It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin
It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin
It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win
Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend.
An' I'm a,
Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas
Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature
It's the,
Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door.
Bitchin' my back to hell's kitchen, back
Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons
Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel
Sick of same window different visual
Same agnostic hostage different ritual
Play, coopertive supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it)
Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now
Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground.
In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand.
The ritual goes, same window different visual.
The ritual is same **en' window different visual.
Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime (Nena & Kim Wilde)
Im Sturtz durch Raum und Zeit, Richtung Unendlichkeit
Fleigen Motten in das Licht, genau wie du und ich
Wrap your fingers round my neck.
You don't speak my dialect,
But our images reflect.
Drawn together by the flame,
We are just the same:
Embrace the wind and fall into another time & space.
Gib mir die Hand - ich bau dir ein Schloss aus Sand
Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann
If we belong to each other,
We belong anyplace, anywhere, anytime.
Im Sturtz durch Zeit und Raum, er wacht aus einem Traum
Nur ein kurzer Augenblick dann kehrt die Nacht zurueck.
Bits and pieces from your star
Rain upon me as they fall;
Melt into my skin and I feel warm.
Sweep upon me like a wave.
We are young and brave:
Embrace the wind and float into another time & space.
Gib mir die Hand - ich bau dir ein Schloss aus Sand
Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann
If we belong to each other,
We belong anyplace, anywhere, anytime.
Drawn together by the flame,
We are just the same:
Embrace the wind and fall into another time & space.
If we belong to each other,
We belong anyplace, anywhere, anytime.
I'm going to anywhere you're coming from.
Anyplace, anywhere, anytime.
Gib mir die Hand - ich bau dir ein Schloss aus Sand
Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann
Die Zeit is reif fuer ein bisschen Zaertlichkeit
I'm going to anywhere you're coming from.
Anyplace, anywhere, anytime.
Jartos D'Aguantar (Reincidentes)
¿Por que habrá tantas mujeres pendientes del culebron?
¿Por que habrá tantos chavales que necesitan su ración?
¿Por qué habrá tanto dinero metido en el rock and roll?
¿Por qué habrá tanto madero y tan cabrón?
¿Por qué hay tantos africanos que se ahogan en el mar?
¿Por qué habrá tanto trabajo de guardia de seguridad?
¿Por qué siempre al millonario lo defiende el militar?
¿Por qué habrá tanto cacique en mi ciudad?
Y allá en las calles de aquí p'allá
to embolillao buscando un bar
dulce refugio pa llegar con los colegas a brindar
sin olvidar que estamos jartos d'aguantar.
¿Por qué habrá tanto recluta que no sabe dónde está?
¿Por qué habrá cotos de caza y tanto niño sin escolar?
¿Por qué los que menos tienen son los que más tienen que dar?
¿Por qué apenas hay ballenas en el mar?
Y allá en las calles de aquí p'allá
to embolillao buscando un bar
dulce refugio pa llegar con los colegas a brindar
sin olvidar que estamos jartos d'aguantar.
Never Gonna Be The Same (Zero Down)
How much do you pay for product what do you pay for hype.
How long will that purchase matter when that "push" falls from your sight.
If they sugar coat the poison it'll kill you quite the same.
Tune us in as consumers and anesthetize our brains.
We're too dumb to figure out that we all play the game and we're to blame.
Do we know what's fact or fiction do you really trust the news.
How much truth gets filtered out before it gets to you.
Diverting your attention from the problems here at home.
Sweep the homeless under the rug in our ghettos we disown.
Out of sight out of mind it's a method we condone reap what we've sown.
People fight for equality for their gender and their race.
They seek to blame each other for the problems that they face.
But when 20% of the country owns 80% of its wealth
it limits your opportunities to playing the hand that you're dealt.
Because money is what divides more than color or creed.
The middle class the poor and rich minority
and while they tear down homeless shelters to erect big strip mall chains
the gap between the rich and poor gets wider every day.
It doesn't matter what they say to you we're never gonna be the same.
Home (K's Choice)
I was born in a cradle of love.
I had two brothers who beat me up
When I was 7 years old
I had a friend named Tom
And when we were together
I didn't want to go home
When I was 15, I was very confused
I made a bad habit out of breaking the rules
The kitchen window
Was my door to the night
And when I got caught
They made me stay home
I was 20 years old when I met you
And as soon I as saw you
I knew what I had to do
I still remember the way you looked
And how I wanted to tell you
I want to take you home
I'm 26 and I still love you
But as far as the world goes
I still don't have a clue
What it's for or what it's about
But until I find out,
I'll just call it home
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