A keresés eredménye oldal 36

The rope/Missing cats

We're all summoned to the big demonstration
to the plaza! to the plaza!
We all go together because today walks on the rope
the wellknown climbing tightrope walker.
And that other who dodges the rope
who's also an expert climber, stands out.
And that other who isn't so famous
but he's also a pure breed feline tightrope walker.
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention!
 
The stick counterbalances,
the right on one side, the right on the other.
He walks on the long rope
the heavies on one side, the right on the other.
Staring at the goal
the front on one side, the right on the other.
One foot and another, one foot and another
the words on one side, maths on the other.
Order, time and sanity,
Tradition, fámily and property,
corruption for one side, treason for the other.
Attention! Exactitude challenge!
Attention! Everyone below look at him!
Attention! One manoeuvre after another! What a waist! Beautiful!
Attention! Seven lives of skills!
Attention! Of promises!
Attention!
 
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Stop the music!
listen, you can't talk this way,
right in this moment, you can't,
accept that you can't sing this way,
it's disrespectful and besides is not advisable
strategically is not advisable.
Do you want a suggestion?
I suggest you to not keep going with this song
do something else, whatever...
 
We interrupt to give an information,
that has to do with the population
and it turns out to be strange for the public opinion.
Attention!
There's a terrible and absent absence,
There's a obvious, present absence,
There's a brutal, total absence,
There's a fatal and hot absence,
Attention!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Lots of cats are missing!
 
At La Union, for example, there were 12536 cats just a while ago,
today there are only 22.
Maybe they drowned them under the concrete.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some skinny cats!
 
At Paso Molino, zone of cats with sweet flesh,
of 4654 cats, only remain 41.
Maybe they dumped them to the sea.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some bones of skinny cats!
 
At La Teja, ha!, of 14484 only remain 96.
Where are the cats? Attention! Where are the cats?
They're not buried at the cementery.
We searched and they're no there!
Maybe, maybe their eyes, their eyes maybe.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some barrel grills with strips of skinny cats!
 
At the Cerro, the old Cerro, the last census showed 8402 cats,
and pay attention, this is incredible, today there are only 7!
even though at the Cerro, there are no more meat plants!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains...!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
it's disrespectful, it's impossible,
don't waste all that scratches in a tight spot,
it is not advisable, strategically is not advisable,
it's not the right moment.
Look, I have no other solution but to advice you sincerily
To not keep going with this information.
Well, but if you want, grab the song again,
and go with it soft, soft, soft
we must have balance, grow up...
 
We're all summoned to the precipitation
at the plaza, at the plaza!
Today walks on the rope the wellknown climber,
the promise of the masses.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
shaking like a rat tail.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
the tense rope, the rope on the neck.
Everyone below wait for him with the hungry eyes,
licking their lips.
 

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What a business

How many things are that you never told
which are your fears
how many situations that you've betrayed
which is your sin
How tight are your knot instincts
accomplice tangles
Which is your profit in all this issue
Which is your appetite
How are you different
How are you
 
How much splendid morbidity over your impulses
which is your turbid face
Which is the sensation you always feared
which is your dirty step
 
How many things are that you never knew
How many things are that you take for granted
that you make clear that are assumed
Where is the lie
 
How much is your goodness (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your prescence
Where is your conscience (the other one, the deep one)
How is your prescence
And your solidarity (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your innocence
 
Where will reach your thick skin
How far will reach your sadness
To what grade will reach your beast nature
How long is it going
How long is it going
of poison.
 

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The birth of love

Our love is being born
Among the greenery and lilacs
Among the greenery and lilacs
It will not lose the way anymore
 
Your voice, your laughter, your laughter
I hear them so often every day
That today I already know, already know
What the days will bring to us
 
Our love is getting mature
In the singing of birds and grasses
In the rain of the leaves from the trees that
Has fallen straight from the sky to us
 
And today somebody
Will bind our hands so that nobody
Will, nobody will
Separate our hands anymore
 
Our love at the time of storms
When it will be buried by the wind
Nothing will be left, will be left of it
Except for lost years
 
'Cause today nobody
Wants to bind our hands anymore
'Cause nothing in us remained
From those days
 

Kite of La Farola

Come on, it's blowing twisted
Don't let it fall
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
Mop skirts setting the beat
Light canes that know to fly
Give more string it reaches the sun
 
Kite of La Farola1
Girl of Parque Rodó
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
It grew angry in the southern wind
Painted of violet in some blue sky
Give more string it reaches the sun
 
Pull and pull and climb with the kite
My love is gone
Pull and pull and rise
And I go to the clouds
Pull and pull and climb with the violet
My love is gone
Pull and pull and rise
And I go to the clouds
 
The murga of the Ghost Train
Winning drums and cymbals
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
Mop skirts setting the beat
Light canes that know to fly
Give more string it reaches the sun
 

• 1. The lighthouse of Punta Carretas

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Nicholas Walked through Meadow, Carefully,

Nicholas walked through meadow, carefully,
St. Nicholas with an enchanting bag,
 
Greeting all the children from house to house,
Nicholas came with an enchanting bag.
Greeting all the children from house to house,
Nicholas came with an enchanting bag.
 
Open up the door - Nicholas has come,
He comes blessing the Ukrainian nation.
 
Perish will the ruins, our mother - Ukraine
Will flourish and bloom from region to region.
Perish will the ruins, our mother - Ukraine
Will flourish and bloom from region to region.
 
Already St. Nicholas is at your house
You will gladly greet him with a respectful bow.
 
Let the joyous songs ring out into the town,
to your liking do choose your gifts!
Let the joyous songs ring out into the town,
to your liking do choose your gifts!,
 

The Great Man

In the hospital room
at 9:43
Simon was born.
It's the summer of '56
the pride of Don Andres
because he was a boy.
He was raised just like the others
with a harsh hand with severity
he never expressed his own thoughts.
When you grow up you're going to study
the same things as your father
listen well
you need to be
a great man.
 
To the stranger Simon went
faraway from home he forgot that sermon,
he changed the way he walked
he wore a skirt, lipstick
and a purse.
The people say that one day the father
went to visit him without warning him in advance,
well, what a mistake.
A woman spoke to him when he was passing on by
and told him hello, how's it going father what's up?
you don't recognize me, I am Simon
Simon your son,
the great man
 
CHORUS:
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk. (3x)
 
He let himself go by
what the people say
his father never spoke to him
he abandoned him forever.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
Don't complain Andres
don't complain about anything
if from the sky lemons fall
learn to make lemonade.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
And while the years pass
the old man yielding a little bit
Simon didn't even write to him anymore
Andres was furious.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
At last there was news
of where his son was
Andres never forgot the day
of that sad phone call.
 
la, la, la, le, le . . . la, la, la, le, le, le (2x)
 
In the hospital room
from a strange sickness Simon died
it's the summer of '86
by the sick man in bed nobody cried
Simon Simoooon Simon
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
You need to have compassion
the moral is enough:
he who is free of sin
throw the first stone.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
He who never forgives
has a certain destiny
of reliving sour memories
in their own hell.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
la, la, la, le, le . . . la, la, la, le, le, le (2x)
 

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