A keresés eredménye oldal 16

Prince Ali

Prince Ali
 
There he comes, the Prince Ali
Hail Prince Ali
 
Open the way in your bazaar
You're going to see the great Ali passing by
And who wants to see him
Come here, come closer
 
The bells are ringing*,
The drums are rolling*,
To welcome the boy
 
Prince Ali is this one, Ali Ababwa
Kneeling, bowing down, will be cool
I hope he loves you,
As he listens to your 'salam'**
Greeting his sensational entourage
 
Prince Ali reigns here, Ali Ababwa
He's strong and tough, the great Ali
Thieves he's fought
And has beaten more than one hundred
Who frightened them away
Was Prince Ali
 
He's got seventy golden camels
Aren't they wonderful?
 
And peacocks, he's got lots of
Fabulous, I love the feathers!
 
He's also got some rare mammals
 
He looks like the Sultan
Don't you think?
It's fantastic, the collection
 
Prince Ali, the most handsome here, Ali Ababwa
He's got a body I'd like to have for me
There's no doubt he's attractive
And looks very inteligent
And above all, he's amazing
 
All the girls there, get yourselves ready
Drop your veils down and look
Take a good look at him and go crazy for Prince Ali
He's very elegant
A prince to fall in love with
And looks like he's going to be a great lover
 
He's got more than one hundred little monkeys
One hundred little monkeys! We want to see them!
Who wants to see them can do it here
And without having to pay for it. He's so good!
He's got slaves and servants
Ready to serve
 
And to do what he wants
All serve him, Ali, with frenzy
Prince Ali
 
Prince Ali lives smiling, Ali Ababwa
He's heard that a beautiful princess lives here
For that he adorned himself
And quickly came here
 
With his elephants, hairy llamas
Bears, lions, trumpets too
Fakirs and cooks and birds
Who sing in 'si' and 'mi'***
To Prince Ali
 
Have a nice day! God bless!

Butterfly (Prologue Mix)

[Verse 1: Jungkook]
Don’t think of anything
Don’t say anything, not even a word
Just give me a smile
 
[V]
I still can’t believe it
All of this seems like a dream
Don’t try to disappear
 
[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook]
Is it true Is it true
You You
You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared
 
[Jimin]
Untrue Untrue
You You You
 
[Refrain: Jungkook]
Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me
If I let go of your hand, you’ll fly away and break
I’m scared scared scared of that
 
[Jimin]
Will you stop time
If this moment passes
As though it hadn’t happened
I’m scared scared scared I’ll lose you
 
[Chorus: Jungkook]
Butterfly like a Butterfly
Just like a Butterfly bu butterfly
 
[V]
Butterfly like a butterfly
Just like a Butterfly bu butterfly
 
[Verse 2: Jungkook]
Your eyebrows slightly grimacing at the sunlight
Gently shaking your fine soft hair
Intoxicated by your scent, my heart is tickling
 
[Jin]
Like the way you are stroking my cheeks
Like the dust drifting along freely
You’re right there but why are you beyond my reach
 
[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook]
Is it true Is it true
You You
You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared
 
[V]
Untrue Untrue
You You You
 
[Refrain: Jungkook]
Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me
If I let go of your hand, you’ll fly away and break
I’m scared scared scared of that
 
[V]
Will you stop time
If this moment passes
As though it hadn’t happened
I’m scared scared scared I’ll lose you
 
[Chorus: Jimin]
Butterfly like a Butterfly
Just like a Butterfly bu butterfly
 
[Jin]
Butterfly like a butterfly
Just like a Butterfly bu butterfly
 
[Outro: Jungkook]
Don’t think of anything
Don’t say anything, not even a word
Just give me a smile
 

With You

[Stylo G]
She give it up when me call her up
She run away even when me stuck around
And she don't want no other man but me
Number one, she one of a kind
One time
She know how she blew my mind
One time
Girl, you know you and me agree (agree)
 
[Mala Rodríguez]
Feel the fire when he kiss me on the mouth
Fell in love with his crazy life
I keep thinking about him, I don't know
Although it may hurt, I go to him
 
He says, 'Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, I want you with me
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you'
 
[Stylo G]
Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, bring me with you
[Mala Rodríguez]
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you
 
I'm not his wife, and he's not my husband
So was he, we're lost
What I feel is not set
He's the sock for my slipper
Let's get out of here, not waste time
I want to look for hidden treasures
Feel you've turned me on
The way I raise
 
I feel the fire when he kiss me on the mouth
Fell in love with his crazy life
I keep thinking about him, I don't know
Although it may hurt, I go to him
 
He says, 'Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, I want you with me
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you'
 
[Stylo G]
Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, baby bring me with you
[Mala Rodríguez]
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you
 
If you give me a choice between gold and silver, daddy
I'll come to you
By your side I'll unleash the pussycats that are
Ay, ay, ay, inside me
 
If you give me a choice between gold and silver, daddy
I'll come to you
By your side I'll unleash the pussycats that are
Ay, ay, ay, inside me
 
[Mala Rodríguez, Stylo G]
I feel the fire when (s)he kiss me on the mouth
I fell in love with his/her crazy life
[Mala Rodríguez]
I keep thinking about him, I don't know
Although it may hurt, I go to him
 
He says, 'Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, I want you with me
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you'
 
[Stylo G]
Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, bring me with you
[Mala Rodríguez]
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you
 
Baby all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, I want you with me
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you
 
[Stylo G]
Baby, all I want is to be with you
When you're not around me, bring me with you
[Mala Rodríguez]
Everything changed, is the right feel
Tell me, what did I do before I was with you
 
[Stylo G]
She give it up when me call her up
She run away even when me stuck around
And she don't want no other man but me
Number one, she one of a kind
One time
She know how she blow my mind
One time
Girl, you know you and me agree
 

Looking for your love

From far away
I come looking for your love.
If you look at me with contempt
I go away crying.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
Inside the chest, hidden,
I bring you a flower.
If you don't want it, my life,
I leave it and I go away.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
Flower that has been born in the soul
and in the heart.
If your scorn kill me
I go away crying.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
It's nice to constantly love
as I love you,
to death
Oh, how handsome (death is)
(if I'm) dying for you!
 
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am,
constant I am.
 

Atamishqui or Salavina

I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
I will be a bird flying
with my yearning divided (between one place and the other).
 
If the growing river comes
moving forward through the fields
I will go away with my sadness
bordering the wetlands.
 
Of starry nights
I will cry with the vidalas*
ancient distances
in the soul preserved.
 
I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
two homelands without borders
tied together by life.
 
I will retrace the path
of that old vidalero
who remained bewitched
by the hill and its mysteries.
 
If the strings of violins and guitars
have been cut,
the sweetest memories
feed my nostalgia.
 
I will be a lost trail
by the saltpetre mine,
subdued rumours
of distant carnivals.
 
I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
two homelands without borders
tied together by life.
 

Santiagueña evocation

The dawn arrives,
the hill awakens,
the thrush warbles
and a chorus of little pigeons
sing my zamba next to the tunal.
 
Mornings of the hometown,
cloudless sky,
party of the sun
Santiago del Estero,
dear land of tradition!
 
Far away from my land
I want to evoke
with all my emotion
my Santiagueño hometown
that like the dream I see it
and the zamba carries away
my heart with these couplets.
 
To the second!
 
In!
 
In the burnt naps
white sadness of the salpetre mine,
freshness of carob trees
burning rounds under the talar.
 
Nights of salamanca*
rain of stars,
couplets of love.
The vidalera* moon
hit the box of the heart.
 
Far away from my land
I want to evoke
with all my emotion
my Santiagueño hometown
that like the dream I see it
and the zamba carries away
my heart with these couplets.
 

Guinevere

When Guinevere walks in the forest
All of the flowers, all of them open
When Guinevere walks in the forest
All of her powers, all of them open
 

My bombo legüero

My verses in homage
to my bombo legüero,
we haven't left a corner
without frequenting, my companion.
 
We never missed it
he prayed in my trench,
it also accompanied us
the vidalera box.
 
He was born in the hills
of a ceibo se * with any
lined with leather and bizcacha
a chacarera song.
 
Luco, Luco
he has never liked
because he is a good peasant,
the raw leather soba'o
was his favorite group.
 
It was with Andrés Chazarreta*
as the best vidalero
with the Abalos (brothers) afterwards
also with the Chalchaleros.
 
Those tours throughout his places
made him reach the triumph,
now on radios and channels
he goes through all the bands.
 
And always from platform to platform
not even his face he has cleaned up
and so with that aspect
(he has been) everywhere early.
 
I always live in my ranch,
ranch where he has left me,
but I have the great pride
of a triumphant peasant.
 

Sacherita

When you remember, my love,
sad it shall be for you,
my shadows you will miss
and then you shall cry for me.
 
They say that you have cried
for a love that knew used to love you.
I also lost a love that
I loved for real, but I don't know how to cry.
 
When I'm absent from here
A lot you shall feel.
My heart is saying
'My return when will it be?'
Do not cry girl
if I shall come back.
 

On the road to Villa Nueva

Memory of a yesterday
when I met you,
for all your love
you offered (it) to me.
 
There a love was born
because of you beautiful woman,
and time gave us
that joyfulness of a love.
 
How to forget it if it was
an peerless idyll
lived between both (of us)
in that beautiful place!
 
On the way to that jebar
landscape like Eden,
to my hometown
New Villa of my love.
 
Today alone when remembering
I'm fullfullied with emotion
bliss and happiness
they enthral my heart.
 
Charm of living
so united the two of us
and relive your love
as a blessing of God.
 

So as to name you wherever

In!
 
It's over!
 
Good!
 

I suffer without you

Recitation:
 
Today I sense that there in heaven
my mom is watching me
as asking and pleading
that my guitar does not fall silent.
 
I entered the thickest hill
to look for you vidala,
I only compare you
with the most loved woman.
 
Singing:
 
I suffer because you walk away
great is my pain.
I have decided to forget you:
I can not, my love.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Love of my life,
where may it be?
In vain I look for you so much,
you will not come back.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Days go by and go by.
What will be of me?
I only live in constant suffering:
I can not live.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love.
 

For love

Sixto:
 
Sing even a chacarera, man!
 
The other person replies:
 
For love, for pain, how do you want (it)?
 
Sixto:
 
For love ckancka mishquiecka (sweet barbecue)!
 
The other person replies:
 
Then that the first one comes!
 
Other!
 
In!
 
Singing:
 
Little velvet eyes
little red carnation mouth,
if you are already committed
give me your answer.
 
If your arms were jail
and your chest dungeon,
if I were a prisoner,
what a joyful prisoner!
 
I had a dream last night,
last night I dreamy again,
I dreamt I was in your arms
without being able to wake up.
 
I've ordered that you bury me
sat when I die
so that the people tell you:
'He died but he awaits you'.
 
Recitation:
 
The eyes of my brunette
are so big and so beautiful
that they don't deserve to cry
but that they're cried over.
 
Oh!
 
The other!
 
Force!
 
Singing:
 
I put my hand inside my pocket
I take out a purple ribbon,
if for you I lose my life
I say I don't lose anything.
 
To the river I threw a handkerchief
with five bouquets of flowers
they have half a lily
which is the flower of my loves.
 
Come on! come on!
 
Seven leagues I have run,
lass, just to see you again,
wet me with your charms
that I'm dying of thirst.
 
It's over!
 
The eyes have their girls,
the girls have their eyes,
behind the eyes of the girl
the lines of my eyes go.
 

Peasant Christmas carol

¡Chacarera yaya huahuitackay!
 
Chacarera for the little child, God!
 
Hey, very beautiful!
 
Get deep into it!
 
Sacha mamas ckasamuni
maypichus nacerahuacka
chakraishtachanckachispa
 
nian mana churinanpa.
 
From the hill I am looking for
the birth of the child
and the light of that star
is indicating me the way.
 
Sachas sisastapa amuni
adorna purisinanpa
ñahuinki charikichuani
canchachi kutin kikin llata.
 
Just there!
 
I take the flower of the hill for you
to decorate his cot,
I already see his eyes shine
because the moon illuminates him.
 
And the missing one comes!
 
There it goes!
 
Mishtol, chañar, algarroba
sandia, melo, zapallo,
huachuska pesebre kipin
nacin kikin canta gallo.
 
Mishtol, chañar, carob
melon, watermelon, pumpkin
hung from his crèche,
he's been born, the cock already sings.
 
Apurana purisckani
horn kikispa sisasckan
and premiata papusckani
ckaypi huahuita cantascka.
 
I'm hurrying my step,
I'm cutting more flowers,
as a prize I'm taking
these little singing children for him.
 

What a beautiful dream I dreamed

Akushu llaricku cari y tuta*
 
Yes my friend llaricko!
 
Get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I had dreamed of a child:
Jesus of Nazareth
he had been born in my hometown
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
I also dreamed that the little child Jesus was born in Atamishqui*.
 
My uncles, the peasants,
they put the child at their feet
like a miracle in my town
oh, dream of love is He!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
Very cute, Marcelito!
 
I bring you goat milk,
of the little donkey blue alfalfa,
also a pair of carob
for the little kid Jesus.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
And that comes the missing one!
 
There goes the missing one!
 
Let's get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I hit two axes, Maria,
and with the river my bread
I bring you a silver moon
and a flower of foam and salt.
 
Very sweet, oh!
 
How nice, Marcelito!
 
I am melero*, Mrs,
I have a honey clown,
the bouquets of trill
that in a cup I found.
 
My name is Marcelito
I found him the child God
that only cradle, quebracho
and a sun papaya tree.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago*
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very sweet!
 

Gone times

Let's get started!
 
I was born there and there I was just raised,
my ranch is made of straw and mud
and there my past sleeps.
 
Talvesteando the junales
a little path was lost,
the smoke of its bend
my child may have gotten lost there.
 
In the palm of a quimil
I left my name noted down
in case one day I don't come back
so as the field doesn't forget me.
 
Gentlemen, I'm Junquero
I am creole and peasant
at my home the fortune,
the land where I've been born.
 
Amunchulla chusajnencka.
 
Yaykuyku!
 
As much as I go far
I will never forget
Posongo great heart
beautiful dust cloud.
 
Beautiful Posongo! Posondeños!
 
I am mishquilo because the river
has given me his surname,
you are so nice being dry
and you're so bad being enlarged.
 
I remember the little paths
where I used to go through,
I remember my gone times
and I sing so as not to crying.
 
Gentlemen I am Santiagueño
I don't deny my corner,
I am a sachero, hard tongue,
I speak when there is occasion to do so.
 

Happy hearts

Happy hearts!
 

Chacarera for my return

I left my singing land
in order to visit other places,
I go there through the roads
but my soul is in Santiago.
 
Since then I live alone
on the streets of life,
silent shadows that pass by,
guitars full of wounds.
 
Guitar full of wounds
and a song inside my chest is crying, crying.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 
From your distance to mine
there is a wooden cross,
a rose that you have left
and a dance of chacareras.
 
And a dance of chacareras
under this starry sky
where the drums sing like the cocuyos
with the wind and the sachayo.
 
And when sleeping, the night falls
over the foam of the river
on the wings of an ochkobo
so as not to die of coldness.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 

Santiago del Estero

In Santiago I met
a flower that perfumes my life.
Due to her charm I got lost,
due to her love, due to her passion.
 
I loved her so much
and I adored her sincerely
that in heartfelt serenade
I sang to her under the balcony
with all my love
with emotion and faith.
 
Santiago, old town of the ship
don't believe if I'm get happy
that maybe I will forget you,
I always remember with love
that it was on your streets that I lived an illusion.
 
And looking at the old river, the bridge over there,
I understood that in my memory you will not die.
How much emotion is to contemplate
your eucalyptus, your July sun,
four centuries of lineage,
mother of cities, you are my illusion!
 

Only the quebracho wept

The shadow rolled up
next to the eaves of the ranch.
 
It was a hot summer,
of those Santiago has.
 
And north wind day
they had scorched the pastures.
 
That's why Juan very early
along with his little boy
had gotten into the hill
to fight with the quebracho (to struggle with the labor of cutting its wood).
 
To cut and to carve the post
his daily work
although it was a hard trade
but he had inherited it
and with his farmer ax
he was almost an artisan.
 
Suddenly the little boy arrived
running to the ranch yard
and shouting 'Mum, my tata (father) has hurt himself!'
with a fierce and deep cut
the tata (father) remained there bleeding.
 
And thus almost without words
without sighs they arrived
there in a clearing of the hill
there was a half carved post
there was the ax with blood
and John lying by its side,
he had kept a few words,
it was to tell them something:
'Do not worry, I tell you, today you stop being a little child.
There you have my ax, look after it. You shall take care of your brothers. '
It was the last thing he said
and his voice gradually began to fade.
 
The sun was up
like a ember breaking.
two glances met,
none of them shed tears
because one has to go on with one's the life
to cut and to carve the post
and more if the fate has wanted
make a man of that little boy,
I'm sure that day
only the quebracho wept!
 

Be a Hero! opening (Portuguese Portugal)

Searching for the solution
Be the best in the mission
You're destined for power and glory
You have everything in your hand
A new story will be told
 
Be a hero! Be a hero!
The power that you have is here
With courage, yes, you'll be a hero
The future of the world is in your hands
 
Pokémon!
 

Cardcaptor Sakura opening 1 (Portuguese Portugal)

I'm Sakura and now, the adventure will happen.
Because one day magic has awakened for me to overcome evil.
 
Come see, come see.
That dreams come true.
Just want, you'll see.
Just believe.
 
And if you want, I want to be your friend.
And you will see that it is not difficult.
With Tomoyo, Kero, Toya and Yukito.
And many more that you will know.
Come and draw and play with me.
And then, sing this song!
 

Nem!

Nem! Te nem!
Nem! Mennyi ember és te nem
És csak a fal hallgatott meg
És én, megőrülve, hogy elmondjam neked
Hogy már tudom ki vagyok
 
A lift még mindig romokban
És a koszos ruhád a fiókban
Mindenki tudja hova megyek
De nem! Te nem!
 
Nem! Már nem!
Nem! Már nem hallgatom azt a dalt
És már nem éget e levegő a nappaliban
Nem várom, hogy megértsd
Te nem!
 
Még mindig rólad szól
Az öreg gitár amit elvesztettem
És biztos tudja hova megyek
De nem! Te nem!
 
Nem! Te nem!
Nem! Te nem!
Nem! Nem! Nem!
 
Egyszer és még egyszer
Halálra kiabáltam neked amit nem látsz
Hogy mindenki tudja hova megyek
De nem! Te nem!
 

I know I can get used to
With the sun on my skin, I feel stronger
I hope the day doesn't end
 
Yeah! Having fun in the sun (Very good in the sun)
Every day
It's just like it were vacation
 
Yeah! On this journey I'll go
Until the end
With the friends in the battle
 
Enjoying the island in the sun
Pokémon!
 

Black and White

It's always hard to start again
Decide the trip, what are you going to do?
But there is no reason to fear,
Knowing that you have the power.
It’s neither White or Black,
With this you know how to choose.
And it’s not win or lose, you only have to know
Which way to follow,
Pokémon!
 

The Woman I Ripped

Warm water in the bathtub
In my body
My clothes on the floor
The scene of a crime
What was going to happen
 
My secret
My wet hands
Holding the magazines
Where were the women
Who aren't real
But that belonged to me
More than any other one
 
The magazines in pieces
Of the womans i ripped
I'm going to say goodbye
The womans in pieces
Of the magazines i ripped
I'm going to say goodbye
 
Helen
Which i had not seen for so long
His long and shapened nails, alive
Naked in the photo
In the shoulders, a veil
His whole body was lovely
 
Nina
Beauty crippled
Mutilated girl, whom i loved so much
I dressed like a priest
Our sin
The church and the altar
Are the dreams of a young atheist
 
Little Girl
My favorite
Nothing more than a name
And one crime, the knive in San Diego
Where she went to join with the others
Who vanished with the water
Towards the sewer and after to the sea
The magazines in pieces...
 

Once by the time of December

As the wind brings
That song, I can remember again
Please come back to me
Once by the time of December
 
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Rain

You stop doing what you have to do
And see your train pass
Nothing could be as bad
as what we did
and we never remember
what they did to us
and we never forgive
 
The hope of this place, if possible
That mom
who until you get off the street
isn't going to bed
Bring it here
Tell me the steps
you know, big step
for anyone if he gives it
no fear, no mercy
opportunity, the closest exit
barefoot and eager
with traps that disarm
we can count on it
the wind blows
the words fly
heads, history made, told
the best is what's left
between us and the sea
those who left
those who are no more
 
The smell of food
boom clap
new tricks
new conditions
spells, seasons
new occasions
to put your legs to the bottom
 
If you move, don't get soaked
If you stop, all will follow
Turning
Something real in the attempt
in the last stretch I'm there
gram by gram
drop by drop
Sometimes smart
Other times stupid
You stop doing what you have to do
And see your train pass
Nothing could be as bad
as what we did
and we never remember
what they did to us
and we never forgive
 
The neighbor looks but doesn't dare
draws the curtain
he wants to enter
into the fire
no masks
always broke
burning something
legs of a goat
tail of a rabbit
no mascara, no high heels
tell me at this point who imposes
I don't mind landing
If you want to be low, I do well with change
I'm well aware of the cycles
I understand why I'm at peace
 
Choose what you can
when you want it to rain
everything gets wet
it'll all be the same
as you like
everything makes sense
Cobra Camino
the paranoia doesn't end here
the stress, the syndrome, the pandemic
the rain will take it all away
one way or the other
doesn't matter
if you look from above it all
 
If you move, don't get soaked
If you stop, all will follow
Turning
Something real in the attempt
in the last stretch I'm there
gram by gram
drop by drop
Sometimes smart
Other times stupid
You stop doing what you have to do
And see your train pass
Nothing could be as bad
as what we did
and we never remember
what they did to us
and we never forgive
 

Little Creole Santiagueña

Little Creole Santiagueña
gorgeous brunette,
for you the changos sing
their Santiagueña vidalitas.
 
 
Little Creole Santiagueña:
black eyelashes,
flower of the chañarales,
in the Santiagueña mornings.
 
 
 
       Others shall praise
 
       the nice-looking of the city.
 
       Little woman of the field,
 
       in this afternoon I want to give you
 
       this beautiful little zamba
 
       like your eyes, Santiagueña.
 
 
When are you going to bring water
from the dam,
you sweeten with your singing
all the Santiagueña naps.
 
 
Little Creole Santiagueña
sweet brunette,
I feel when you kiss me
that sweetness that honey gives.
 

Chacarera Of The Handsome

An old man gave me a word of advice:
to deserve
go around the square
before nightfall.
 
Rounds and rounds went by
several days and even a month,
eight pairs of espadrilles
but not one woman.
 
They already tell me gold crins
velay, what impudence
they get scared of seeing me alone
if that is already stubbornness.
 
Chorus
To those who say are called 'ugly'
do not let youselves be convinced
Christian´s ideas
different ways of seeing
 
II
That's why I live alone
alone and without a love,
the glasses are my friends
and the night club is my wife.
 
Lies that I'm so ugly
envy they shall have of me,
it is enough that one stands out
for them to want to sweep you.
 
Lies that I'm so ugly
that I can´t get a woman,
the causes I know them
these are times of scarcity
 

Excuse me

Versions: #2
Excuse me if you don´t understand what I sing,
maybe we speak different languages.
You always complain about these little corners of the world and I,
and I love and admire our people *(folks).
 
You always squander sunrises
talking about he skyies of other lands,
on the contrary I start my day *(journey)
happy that I am under these stars.
 
Excuse me if you don´t understand me,
Excuse me if I don´t understand you.
You speak through other people´s mouth
and I,
and I am the echo of my nation *(people)
 
Excuse me if I say in my way,
you sow rancour and I *(sow) hope,
you envy the others their flag
and I adore my light blue and white (flag, the Argentinian one).
 
I am like the ovenbird and I rebel,
my homeland is my and I defend it!
On the contrary you *(plural pronoun in this case) are like the thrushs
that want to brood in other´s nest.
 

Belle (Reprise) (Portuguese)

BELLE: Gaston, what a pleasant surprise...
GASTON: Right? I am a box of surprises. You know, Belle, any girl in the village would love to be in your shoes. Today is the day... Today is the day when your dreams come true.
B: And what do you know about my dreams, Gaston?
G: Plenty! For example: A rustic wooden house, my hunted animals burning in the fireplace, my wife massaging my feet while the children play with the dogs on the floor. We’ll be having six or seven.
B: Dogs?
G: No, Belle! Strong boys, like me!
B: Can you imagine...
G : And you know who’s the wife?
B: Let me see...
G: You, Belle!
B: Gaston I... I don’t... don’t know what to say!
G: Say that you’ll marry me!
B: I am so sorry, Gaston but... but... I don’t deserve you. (...) Is he gone? Just imagine! He asked me in marriage! To me! The wife of that annoying, brainless...!
 
Madame Gaston, I can’t believe it
Madame Gaston, you’re (must be) playing
It’s not (possible) for me, it’s guaranteed
I want more than this life, I know it
 
To feel the wind in that space with no equal
And a lot more than what’s in the air
And if someone also could,
try to feel me and understand (me)
I want to be better, go farther beyond