A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Elrejtőzve

Mi ez a rideg párbaj köztünk
Szeretjük egymást anélkül, hogy elmondanánk
Megérkezdtem, elmentél
És ha mégis elbújsz, nem fogom abba hagyni a keresést
 
Azt mondták az úton
Hogy a szerelem ijesztő
Nehéz lesz te szeretni fogod
És újra elmentél
Tudom, hogy szeretsz, és nem fogom abba hagyni a keresést
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Oh, elrejtőzve
Oh, elrejtőzve
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Sok sikert, az én sikerem megváltozott
Szerencsés vagyok, hogy találkoztunk
Add nekem a csókjaid, és ne légy olyan
Táncolj nekem kicsit, igazán szeretném, hogy itt legyél
 
Látlak, de csak látak
Szerelmesen abba, hogy bízzak benned
Akármi történjen, nem engedlek el
Maradj egy percig, és újra megkérdezlek
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Oh, elrejtőzve
Oh, elrejtőzve
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Mi ez a rideg párbaj köztünk
Szeretjük egymást anélkül, hogy elmondanánk
Megérkezdtem, elmentél
És ha mégis elbújsz, nem fogom abba hagyni a keresést
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Nézz rám
Mint az igaz szerelem
Szeress
Ahogy én szeretlek
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 
Oh, elrejtőzve
Oh, elrejtőzve
 
Egész életemben, egész életemben
Kerestelek
És te mégis elbújtál
 

The Widow's Boyfriend

The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
 
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
 
Apprehensive, thoughtful, suspicious
Looking everywhere
Because he knew
That around town
People began betting that
He can't get the job done1
 
Because he knew
That around town
People began betting that
He can't get the job done1
 
What kind of widow is this?
Everyone wants her, but they're afraid
They're afraid of owning her
They say that she has such
A physical and financial endowment
I want to see it!
 
What kind of widow is this?
Everyone wants her, but they're afraid
They're afraid of owning her
They say that she has such
A physical and financial endowment
I want to see it!
 
The widow's boyfriend
Passed by
 
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
The widow's boyfriend
 

• Very possibly, satisfy the said woman in a sexual way

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Hidden

What is this cold war between us
That we love each other but without telling each other
I arrived, you go
And even if you hide, I will not stop looking
 
What they told me on the street
That love scares
That will be difficult but you like it
And again you go
I know you love me and I will not stop looking for you
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Good luck, my luck changed
So lucky that I could meet you
Give me your kisses please do not be like that
Báilame cerca cerca I really want you here
 
See you, just see you
So in love that I would like to promise you
Whatever happens, I will not let you go
Stay a second and again I want to ask you
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
What is this cold war between us
That we love each other but without telling each other
I arrived, you go
And even if you hide, I will not stop looking
 
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
Look at me
Like a true love
love me
As much as I love you
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 
 
Oh, hidden
Oh, hidden
 
All life, all life
I was looking for you
And you were hidden
 

Challenge

Once again
You were in my dreams
And it felt so real
That I was left speechless
 
Such a challenge
Your skin of satin
Your river-like lips
Make me lose myself
 
Let your heart fly
Come shelter yourself in my heart
Only love can transform
Currents into wings
Into smiles, tears
 
Today I want to fly
Fly over mountain ranges, bushes and tides
Feel your mouth on me
And the whole Earth, in the end
 
Dawn, dawn
Dawn, dawn
Dawn
 
This way, you'll leave me breathless
This way, you'll steal my sleep
This way, you'll break into my dreams
 
This way, you make me fly
This way, you make me feel embarrassed
This way, you make me want you and want and want
And want
 
To want you, belong
To want you, belong
 
Let your heart fly
Come shelter yourself in my heart
Only love can transform
Currents into wings
Into smiles, tears
 
Today I want to fly
Fly over mountain ranges, bushes and tides
Feel your mouth on me
And the whole Earth, in the end
 
Dawn, dawn
Dawn, dawn
Dawn
 
This way, you'll leave me breathless
This way, you'll steal my sleep
This way, you'll break into my dreams
 
This way, you make me fly
This way, you make me feel embarrassed
This way, you make me want you and want and want
And want
 
To want you, belong
Belong...
To want you, belong
 
Once again
You were in my dreams...
 
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Sign of Passion

I wanted the pleasure of love
And I am hoping for that
I'll only settle down when I conquer you
Put all cards on the table to decide
Maybe fighting I'll do it
 
Without being able to, I threw sea shells without favours
Without being able to, I did spells to win your love
Without being able to, I bathed with herbs to be better
In all my body, without being able to
 
Without being able to, I threw sea shells without favours
Without being able to, I did spells to win your love
Without being able to, I bathed with herbs to be better
In all my body, without being able to
 
Without bribing your heart, with the sign of passion
I'd do anything to win your trust
With the hope of a learner
I swear I'll make you happy
 

Seasoned Heart

My romantic failures take me away from you
I'm afraid of getting into an illusion
I've been in a few relationships, but I haven't had love
And that's what's left me with
 
A seasoned heart
It's scared to death of getting hurt
Seasoned heart
 
In order for it to surrender itself again, it has to hear
 
That you will love me strongly
That our longing when away from each other will be madness
That if it's not going to be like this, forget about it
If you really want me for yourself, promise me
 
My romantic failures take me away from you
I'm afraid of getting into an illusion
I've been in a few relationships, but I haven't had love
And that's what's left me with
 
A seasoned heart
It's scared to death of getting hurt
Seasoned heart
In order for it to surrender itself again, it has to hear
 
That you will love me strongly
That our longing when away from each other will be madness
That if it's not going to be like this, forget about it
If you really want me for yourself, promise me
 
That you will love me strongly
That our longing when away from each other will be madness
That if it's not going to be like this, forget about it
If you really want me for yourself, promise me
 

Silly Girl

Silly girl
What's the point in asking if your clothes look nice?
What's with the makeup and lipstick you're wearing?1
To the others, going out like that shows cowardice
 
What's with the insecurity?
Even the mirror wants to hug you
And as for me, don't worry about a thing
For if I had another heart
It'd belong to you as well
 
Beautiful
With that smile, you can do whatever you want with my life
Silly girl
As much as you think I love you, I love you even more
I placed an order for you in my dreams
God did his best
 
Silly girl
What's the point in asking if your clothes look nice?
What's with the makeup and lipstick you're wearing?
To the others, going out like that shows cowardice
 
What's with the insecurity?
Even the mirror wants to hug you
And as for me, don't worry about a thing
For if I had another heart
It'd belong to you as well
 
Beautiful
With that smile, you can do whatever you want with my life
Silly girl
As much as you think I love you, I love you even more
 
Beautiful
With that smile, you can do whatever you want with my life
Silly girl
As much as you think I love you, I love you even more
I placed an order for you in my dreams
God did his best
 
Silly girl
Silly girl
You silly girl
 

• 1. literally lipstick on your mouth/lips

Our Desire

I wake up early in hearing the sound of the sea
Every inspiration brings the solution that comes right back
It always reminds me
Of your touch
 
Your will
Our desire to fly
Fly away to somewhere else
Our secrets
Our destiny
Find a hammock to rest
 
We got the nature
Feet in the sand
And even so
It took my breath away
 
Across the bay
And the sound of the sea breeze
They show me
That the sky always meet the sea
 
We got the nature
Feet in the sand
And even so
It took my breath away
 
Across the bay
And the sound of the sea breeze
They show me
That the sky always meet the sea
 
That the sky always meet the sea
 
I wake up early in hearing the sound of the sea
Every inspiration brings the solution that comes right back
It always reminds me
Of your touch
 
Your will
Our desire to fly
Fly away to somewhere else
Our secrets
Our destiny
Find a hammock to rest
 
We got the nature
Feet in the sand
And even so
It took my breath away
 
Across the bay
And the sound of the sea breeze
They show me
That the sky always meet the sea
 
That the sky always meet the sea
 

Ziggy Stardust

I don't know how to paint
I didn't see your movie
I'm not one to play
I don't drink standing up
I don't go to bars
 
This way I feel good
Don't owe anyone
 
And I won't change
I'll stay with my team
I won't mix
Alcohol and Coffee
Just to please you
 
This way I feel good
Don't owe anyone
 
My instincts don't fail me
Girl, lower your skirt
People like this get confused
I have almost starved to death
But today I am fine
 
(Repeat)
 
I only know how to play guitar
 
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Life on Mars

Many times, the heart
Cannot understand
What the mind doesn't care for
Or has the strength to obey
How many dreams have I crushed
And let escape from my hands
If the future so allows
I don't intend to live in vain
 
My love, we are not alone
There is a world waiting for us
In the infinite blue sky
There may be life on mars
 
So, come here give me your tongue
So come here, because I want to hug you
Your power comes from the sun
My measure
My darling, let's live life
So come, otherwise I'll lose who I am
I will want to move out
To a Life on Mars
 
Many times, the heart
Cannot understand
What the mind doesn't care for
Nor has the strength to obey
How many dreams have I crushed
And let escape from my hands
If the future so allows
I don't intend to live in vain
 
My, love, we are not alone
There is a world waiting for us
In the infinite blue sky
There may be life on mars
 
So, come here give me your tongue
So come here, because I want to hug you
Your power comes from the sun
My measure
My darling, let's live life
So come, otherwise I'll lose who I am
I will want to move out
To a Life on Mars
 
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It is So!

Versions: #2
It is so!
How we thought it was going to be
a life so simple is good
almost always
It is so!
The steps go through the streets
Nobody noticed the moon
Life always goes on
 
I can't stop looking at you
I can't stop looking at you
I won't stop looking at you
I cannot get enough of looking
I do not know how to stop
Looking at you
 
It is so!
There are those who believe in miracles
There are those who do evil
There are those who cannot tell the truth
 
It is so!
A flower seller
Teaches his (her) children to choose who to love
 
I can't stop looking at you
I can't stop looking at you
I won't stop looking at you
I cannot get enough of looking
I do not know how to stop
Looking at you
 
It is so!
There are those who believe in miracles
There are those who do evil
There are those who cannot tell the truth
 
It is so!
A flower seller
Teaches his (her) children to choose who to love
 
I can't stop looking at you
I can't stop looking at you
I won't stop looking at you
I cannot get enough of looking
I do not know how to stop
Looking at you
 

Starfish

On a night when the sky had a stronger glow
And in which sleep seemed not willing to come
I went to lie on the beach alone in the open
And away from the time I ended up sleeping
 
Woke up with the soft touch of a kiss
And a freckled face filled my gaze
Still half dreaming I asked her who she was
She laughed and said quietly: starfish
 
I'm the starfish
Only he obeyed, only he knows me
Only he knows who I am in the beginning and the end
Only to him I am faithful and it is he who protects me
When someone wants to force
To be master of me
 
I do not know if the desire or the greater was
but I know that for a moment I stopped thinking
An invisible flame burned my chest
Anything impossible made me believe
 
In silence we exchanged secrets and hugs We
entered in the spice a new alphabet A
thousand years have passed on our meeting
But a thousand years are little or nothing for the starfish
 

More Than Friends

I look at you, you look at me
We play we are more than friends
He who bets is risking
Who risks is dreaming
He who dreams is feeling
Who feels is living
 
So long ago I found
What I've dreamed
The game that one day
came true
I've played being happy
In this world of two
Till come the time
To advance in love
 
I look at you, you look at me
We play we are more than friends
Sometimes I hate you
He that hates is always who loves you more
You smile, I smile
I feel thousands of ticklings
whisper in your ear
I love you and I feel
That we are more than friends
Darling...
 
That is the most written story
Feel my heartbeats that beats more for you
The heavens and the stars drive you to me
I want you, I love you, you're already part of me
 
Always feel the heart
Now it beats more for you
Come on, give of yourself to me
And I'll hold you
Cupid smiled at seeing our illusion
What was just a game
Had changed into love
 
I look at you, you look at me
We play we are more than friends
Sometimes I hate you
He that hates is always who loves you more
You smile, I smile
I feel thousands of ticklings
whisper in your ear
I love you and I feel
That we are more than friends
Darling...
 
Never be afraid
I'll always be there
I'll be your protector, your faithful caretaker
Your great love
We play getting lost
Meeting the world
We'll be two in one
Our game, Our world
Give me your caresses, feel me into your soul
Cry out of joy, I want be with you
Will is power and love is dream
It'll be a feeling for eternity
 
I look at you, you look at me
We play we are more than friends
Sometimes I hate you
He that hates is always who loves you more
You smile, I smile
I feel thousands of ticklings
whisper in your ear
I love you and I feel
That we are more than friends
Darling...
 
I look at you, you look at me
We play we are more than friends
Sometimes I hate you
He that hates is always who loves you more
You smile, I smile
I feel thousands of ticklings
whisper in your ear
I love you and I feel
That we are more than friends
Darling...
 

Fourteen years ago

There, where I met luck,
walking between people,
from the lake to the fronton,
where the bells of the clock
were playing the melody
that I still whistle occasionaly.
 
I felt the placebo effect,
Smothering each fire
that grew up inside me.
Nestled on the portico
like a dream's second
that I always go back to remember.
 
And you appear.
Fourteen years ago.
 
Caressing my skin,
Sparking a strong wind,
I think about you
like it was true.
Making the world better,
Expanding feelings,
love, for me,
has got your name,
has got your name.
 
It spent so many time and so many people,
I've never stopped loving you,
like fall loves heat.
But I understood that it was better
to set off for another port,
to row for another direction.
 
I went back to share that bed
and right when I wake up each moning,
I felt your shadow back.
I've never known to refuse
your brave madness,
your irrational tenderness.
 
I go back to ser you there.
Fourteen years ago.
 
Caressing my skin,
Sparking a strong wind,
I think about you
like it was true.
Making the world better,
Expanding feelings,
love, for me,
has got your name,
has got your name.
 

Screensaver

Versions: #2
I have your voice,
I have your cough,
I hear your singing in mine.
 
Parallel directions,
Two hooks
In the same river.
 
Let's go to the sea,
Let's listen to old albums,
 
Let's pedal against the wind,
Behind the waves.
 
I have a song to show you,
Maybe when I come.
I have your smile in the corner of my screensaver.
 
Years ago suddenly the house was filled with songs
Music and verse flowed from every corner.
 
Let's go to the sea,
Let's go to war
With four guitars,
Let's pedal against time
Set free from all ties.
 
I drink to the times that we lost the same battles.
I have your smile in the
Corner of my screensaver.
 

Alhambra

Pleasant the voice of the water
to those wearied by black sand,
pleasant to the concave hand
the curving marble of the column,
pleasant the delicate labyrinths of water
among the lemon trees,
pleasant the music of zajal verse,
pleasant the love and pleasant the pleas
lifted to a God who stands alone,
pleasant the jasmine.
 
Vain the scimitar
before the long lances of the many,
vain to be the best.
Pleasant to feel or foresee, grieving king,
that your delights are goodbyes,
that the key will be denied you,
that the cross of the infidel will efface the moon,
that this pleasant evening will be the last.
 

Time comes afterwards

Llupes' street, line in the middle
Finds Belvedere
The train greets from below
Sadly whistling
Those infinites rows
Departing from Central
The cobbled is covered
But still, there it is
 
The spring on that neighbourhood
It's called loneliness
It's called cries of tenderness
Asking to get in
In the rush it's raining
My tears will no longer
Tighten your pockets
You changed your coat
 
One day, we will find each other
At another carnival
We will be lucky if we learn that
There is no corner
There is no port
That could ever possibly dissolve
In its hideout what we were
Time comes afterwards...
 

I Want The Truth

Be convincing
If you want to tell me you love me
I want the truth in your voice
Be convincing
No one accepts any more lies
I want the truth for us
 
I don't care about who you call
Or who are you seeing out there
But I won't let you become blinded by the love
That there is between us
If we're together till today
It was the love that was important
That makes us go on because we have something beautiful to believe in
 
It gives me strength even to forget
When I saw those messages on your phone
 
Be convincing
If you want to tell me you love me
I want the truth in your voice
Be convincing
No one accepts any more lies
I want the truth for us
 
I live in Rio de Janeiro
Hostage to the violence caused by drug dealing
Explain to me, deep within, who cares about this situation?
In Africa, the Pope condemns abortion and condom usage
Explain to me where we come from, explain to me!
Fátima1's third secret2, explain to me!
Explain our apathy when we see the whole Amazon being cut down...
 
Tell me who really cares about this situation
Because when the curtains close, our illumination will soon follow!
 
Be convincing
If you want to tell me you love me
I want the truth in your voice
Be convincing
No one accepts any more lies
I want the truth for us
I want the truth in your eyes
I want the truth in your voice
 
No one accepts any more lies
I want the truth for us
 

• 1. Our Lady of Fátima
• 2. It's said that one of Virgin Mary's apparitions revealed a series of of apocalyptic visions and prophecies which were supposedly given to three young Portuguese shepherds in 1917. The third secret is controversial. If you want more info, check here:

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Well, Baby

Well, baby, I've been missing you terribly
My heart wanna
Feel yours beating
 
(Well, baby, I've lost all my plans
Because of the disillusion
I've seen my world breaking down, breaking down)
 
Well, baby, I've had so many others lately
Sometimes I had to lie that
I've forgotten you
 
(Well, baby, I've been liyng to the world
But the strong missing
Made of my life something sadder)
 
Well, baby, the missing hurts too much
It ripped out all my peace
It's hard to forget
 
(Well, baby, don't forget me, please
I'm losting my mind
Because of I'm missing you)
 
Well, baby, I've had so many others lately
Sometimes I had to lie that
I've forgotten you
 
(Well, baby, I've been liyng to the world
But the strong missing
Made of my life something sadder)
 
Well, baby, the missing hurts too much
It ripped out all my peace
It's hard to forget
 
Well, baby, don't forget me, please
I'm losting my mind
Because of I'm missing you
 
Well, baby, the missing hurts too much
It ripped out all my peace
It's hard to forget (to forget you)
 
Well, baby, don't forget me, please
I'm losting my mind
Because of I'm missing you
 

Rivers

But José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else:
 
Four thousand rotten years fasts
giving its warmth
so that finally the country grow
or have little wings sprouted
and give turns over the world
to stop at the God voice
to go by the pampa like sky
to the sun of justice.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh!
One day you went west
with elephants, pray animals, wild boars, buffaloes,
women dressed in red,
with feet like dog legs,
and their men who saw the stars falling,
the other stars closing like an eye,
or going up to anthills,
eating cotton pies,
losing the mother rope,
Look! losing the mother rope,
and crown tied them to the bad omens of life.
 
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 
An endless heat
or like a river of bravery
with a red garland,
without clothes in the head
and from the womb were coming out canes,
palms, brave spares,
swords to cut
the weed or dishonor
that meant to climb
by the sweaty name you were taking.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
all of you were going to the west,
the old men of dry balls,
the odorless old women,
the children who eat poorly
at the feet of the big silentful breasts,
silentful like a night full of bulls
troop of closed breasts
that dismissed love.
They wanted to eat enemy
Look! They wanted to eat enemy
and seemed like a silence
that were leaving in the country,
like a cold planet or moon
deposited on the floor.
 
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 
When silence became everything,
don José Gervasio was seen
standing in the middle of his people.
And the country started to fly
like uruguayans by their face,
or a sky was sprouting form them
like little wings, like warmth,
or a great turn over the world,
against the personal death,
the little beautiful known.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
you always dreamed in another way.
You sorted out with the
four thousand years of human hunger
that were pulling your poncho,
and didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
Like a love ot silentful breasts
that drag you to the shadows to the south.
And didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
To the south. To the curb that thrembled them
like a dove in the gut
and suddenly it flew
and began the sun of justice.
 
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 

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Chichita of the Iguazú

Chichita the neighbour
went to Iguazú
to get wet on the falls
the prettiest of all the south.
 
She saved for fifty two weeks
and took an excursion
with bus, little bar
with bathroom and TV.
 
How not to take the chance then
I won't lose the chance
to travel on a large scale
of talking with pretty people
and buying a nightgown.
 
What a vegetation! What a vegetation!
Oh, what a vegetation!
Four different tones of green!
Isn't over there
the India, beautiful blend?1
 
Chichita amazed
tells about her blue trip
What a long trip!
even more than the falls
Chichita got excited.
 
With the blessed hand of the man
the white hand Jesus
that destroyed the Iguazú
but created the Itaipú 2
and illuminated a zone
that already had its light.
 
The frontier people do everythinh
on a large scale. Do you realize?
look that while doing the work
three thousand workers died, poor of them.
 
Chichita very amazed
I tell you?
Tells us about Paraguay
What a roll
How cheap is everything If you see,
we saw very cheap things
Radios, natives and ties
we bought pictures
of Japan and cataracts.
 
Chichita with cataracts.
I can't
she couldn't see the roar
Couldn't see anything
the pulverized water
obscured her the guaraní landscape.
 
The thirty degrees in the shade
crushed me
left her dazed,
covered with rare bugs.
But how wonderful
the air conditioning
how lucky I live here
so far from my America
 
Chichita could avoid very well
the relief sensation
that violence caused her,
though slipped by a memory
of a certain night of burning love
and indecence.
 
Chichita could avoid very well
the relief sensation
that the flow caused her,
taking the filth below
all the filth inevitably
Though a wish scaped.
 
May the rapids fall,
may they break, I'm feeling like getting naked
May they beak it all
May the chaos come please
may they undo me
May that native undo me
May the hard stream hits
may the stream become red
Red
May it hit against the had violently
Yes, violently
 
But she tamed herself
Her education let her tame herself
and behave maturely
politely, delicatedly, calmly
 
Chichita wore out by God
dreaming on that jump
Chichita came back wore out
with fungi on the skin.
 
I don't mind the lice
I'm a natural-born tourist
of those beautiful experiences
one returns much richer
 
The funniest thing of the trip
she tells us laughing out loud
if was when her crazy husband
did the great joke
he came and ask the guide
Hey guide,
Is it still too long to reach to Montevideo?
 

• 1. A reference to the guarania 'India'
• 2. The Itaipú dam

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Dance of masks

Who made sound again
the old out of tune drum?
In whose hands turned on
that turned off side drum?
 
Who came to knock on your door?
Pepino1 of sad smile
Yesterday toothless singings
Cachela2 of old joy
 
Scratch the skin, scratch the skin,
scratch the skin, dance of masks...
 
Why the laughter?
Why the faces?
Why painted? They say because...
They stir the dead leaves
reborn back carnival
 
Which was the explosion of cymbals
with chorus of worn-out singings?
Who brought over the barrels
that support the new stage?
 
The present is a pirouette of time,
a stag that populates again.
Your setting of people present
came to listen to you again.
 
Pepino is dancing here,
Cachela gave the tone
with faces of burnt cork
with voices of resolved murgas.
 

• 1. José Ministeri, “Pepino”, director of the murga Los Patos Cabreros
• 2. Antonio Casaravilla, 'Cachela', director of the murga Asaltantes con Patente

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Means

Do you know what your kiss means?
And what imagination craves to reveal?
How am I supposed to protect myself
Or adventure?
This moonlight is so soft and dangerous!
 
A movement that instigates me to move on
A seducing conjunction of time and space
Let the river reach the sea
Let love happen
You know what your kiss means
 
But you penetrate me and cover the screen
Of this movie I wrote
And locks me up in the desert inside me
Make me drink from this oasis
So that I can discover
What your kiss actually means
Is that heaven is still on its way
 
A movement that instigates me to move on
A seducing conjunction of time and space
Let the river reach the sea
Let love happen
You know what your kiss means
 
But you penetrate me and cover the screen
Of this movie I wrote
And locks me up in the desert inside me
Make me drink from this oasis
So that I can discover
What your kiss actually means
Is that heaven is still on its way
 
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There just sea

Callus, salt.
Callus, salt. Black tobacco.
Goes Ramon the fisherman.
Deepness, skin and sun.
 
Trap, cold.
Trap, cold. Hands, sea.
'Mossing' his nature.
Goes Ramon. There goes brown.
Sun.
 
Shadow, dog, weed, old.
Bone, fishbone, nature.
Dirty sand, hangover.
Brown sea, there goes Ramón.
Sun.
 
Tides, callus, pots, buoys.
South, bait, nature.
Powerboat, sand, patience.
Cardboard horizon.
 
Fish and chew. Foam, mouths.
Man, trap, nature.
Moss, tobacco, breath.
Tar, salt and brass house.
 
Chew, crack, mouth, foam.
Chew, fish, fishbone, foam.
Chew, foam, fishbone, mouth.
Chew, moss, nature.
Chew, moss, nature.
 
Man, moss, fish, nets.
Man, trap, net, foam.
Man, foam, fish, moss.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth.
Shadow, trap, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish.
Trap, mouth, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, nets.
Mouth, fishbone, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, net, stare.
Man, shadow, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, fishbone, nature.
Man, foam, nature.
 
Crack, seashell, the soul.
Nets, oars, dampness.
Old eternal suns.
Hangover, sad truth.
 
There goes Ramón. The powerboat.
aiming towards his nature.
Sun, dog, primus, pot.
Broken can, rat, rock, sea, Ramónnnnnnnnn goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
 
Old square, two primus.
Little brass sea.
Tar, there goes Ramón.
There just sea.
 

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Today soup today

How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
Put grey floor tiles,
and pieces of curbs
Put a little of salt to the concrete
Well hashed tar,
Pan seared cobblestones
And bell peppers in the storm drains
What a recipe!
 
How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
The laughter with permission
and the heaven's flower
Will give a sweet touch to that stew
Pick spirits from the floor
Play with melancholy
And your soup will be as seen on TV
What a recipe!
 
I invite today, don't disregard me
Take it easy because there's nothing else
Take a napkin, take a bowl
Cover your nose, take a little run
And dive like in the sea
 
How hard, is the pot
Let's put it in the soup if we can turn it off
Dented pot, street and bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
I'll put then agony
A tear of the day
A lot of neurotic businessmen
Add wearyness and people
At the edge of blowing up
And put it all in the pressure cooker
And attention
 
Because the mechanism of the pressure cookers
Makes the food quickly
With the steam organized in a great concentration
Taking as a symbol the proteinical dismiss
the mechanism of the pressure cookers
bears in mind until the last detail
when the steam is heated, grown, out of measure
and does it's manifestation
in the side appears a whistle doing piiiiiiiiiii
 
Let it boil for a while
because the shoes soles
don't cook all at the first boil
put old wrecks
and skinless buttons
of the green ones that give it a very good taste
right to the table
 
Chew and swallow non-stop, it will soften
you can go with stagnated water
 

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The eye

I have the roof
I have the roof
I have the roof so close to me
I don't even need to stand up
The roof
At least the roof
I don't even need to stand up
I can't
The roof
The roof
Today I rule so many things
Who could imagine it?
To walk naked on july
My roof post july
I'm in the well
Eye
Spinning in the roof
Spinning in the well
The ice didn't start to freeze
Freezer as a roof
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Well
There's no well that isn't roof and cold
There's no place
There's no pain that isn't man and cold
There's no place
There's no damage more horrible and cold
There's no place
There's nothing colder
There's isn't
I can't
Cold
Not being able to die
Not being able
What a pain
What a hole
What a pain
What a hole
What a mine
My friends, look what a mine
What a black, deep, damped hole
What a mine
What a damped hole
What a mine
What an eye
What an eye
What a gold mine
Chubby, round
Round eye
Like the well
Like the well
I'm sick of being in the well
Well
Damned vacancy
Damned, very damned
I live spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless eye island
The eyeless eye island
Without growing
Without
I live spinning
Merry go round
Merry
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Mind without
Will without
Roam
By the streets
Without
Roaming
Without
Searching
Without
Ocupation
Without
By the streets
Street
Be discreet
Repeat
Mistreat
Parakeet
Shut up
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Time flies
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
And I can't find solution
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find my family
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find the way out
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Today I rule so many things
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
So many jobs
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Who could imagine it?
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Staked
Boiling
Stones
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I've put the bars upside down
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I snatched the taste of toilet paper
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I stripped all the stripped wires
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wrapped sworms
And I can't die
Wrapped sworm
And I can't die
Butterfly
And I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't die
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
Don't forget me
I don...don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
Don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
Don't forg...
Don't forget me!
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk
The tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The eye of the tank
The eye
Of the tank
I wanna eat
Ajo, ají, chajá
The eye of the tank
Looks at me
The tank and the quivers
The arrows
The wounds
The cracks
The wanks
Fuck
Pick up
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank and the quivers
The tank and the quivers
The tank and Alcatraz
All the hours are mine
Ajo, ají, chajá
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
All the hours are mine
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
Memories I don't understand
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't remember
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
Here comes the roof
Fool!
The eye of the roof comes to me
Comes over me
Fool!
The eye
That eye
Looks at me
The eye
Fool!
The tank, the tank
The frozen tank
The eye
Hole in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
Needle
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Throat
Throat
Throat, necklace
The eye, the eye, the eye in my throat
Spit
Necklace
If I could buy that necklace to my daughter
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Of little seashells, of little weevils
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
When we went to the river
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Her little eyes
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder
 

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Two

Here I start to sing
these words of love,
that knew about the brilliance
of a one of a kind brunette
You'll have to forgive me
for all this humble passion
that was crying, unease,
illusioned height.
And now it sings distant
with the heart on hurry.
 
Her fresh may hands
come to my memory.
Her eyes were the glory
for this poor uruguayan.
Shining like lightnings
are the threads of the thougth.
Two liquid feelings.
The thirst of two scents.
Two embraced sweats
Two heartbeats and one breath.
 
Her hair of the flea market
divided the air.
You don't imagine the grace
that all this memory encloses.
Like a stem of the soil,
shoeless foot, dancer.
Her waist of fine sand
cutted in the morning.
Full and near silouette
sitting in the latrine.
 
And today, What happened?
Today I feel free beside her.
Always beautiful. Light. Heat.
And I still keep the pain
of the much I told you.
Her love for me hasn't ended,
neither died, neither ran away with another.
She didn't fell from her horse
neither betrayed her ideals.
This eastern brunette.
Flower born among us.
 

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About generations

The thing starts to work out
The spirits are mild
and everyone in their places
It's the time to play
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Knowing the commotion to be
the hearts beat
Dread and all in it's placee
It's the time to play
It's the time to attack
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The march starts to sound
The sounds manifest
The legs trembleing
The pulse sped up
The beat sped up
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
They started to sing
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
The throat chokes
They breath song inhale gas
The cough repeats smothered
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The music feels touching
Tears sprout and more
Life explodes in melody
Reasons of force
Proclamations that sing the truth
 
Impossible to forget
 
High whistles, siren
But the percussion kills
Kills you
Cracks you up
Blows you up
Kick on the floor
The kick
Losing the beat little by little
 
The percussion cornered
Surrounded
Resounding
We can't breath anymore
 
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Too late
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
The ear is all siren
The cough repeats smothered
 
From here, there, and over there
From there, here, and over here
Dammit!
it's the time to
 
-
 
Protagonist where are you
of this brutal scenario
Trumpeters where are you
Writers creators
where did they go
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Are so many the deads now
Deads for our music
Many dissapeared from the map
Ask their moms
Others had to fly
They went beyond the sea
Somewhere else with our milonga
 
Others went inside...
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Others went inside their homes
They don't wan't to act anymore
Their hearts doesn't work
Their beliefs are crushed
They left their place
in the orchestra
 
it's the time to humilliate
uninspire
 
Impossible to forget
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
There's always an excuse to give
That nothing can be done
That it's all said and done
That I'm back again
Now I sing from my window
Well safe of the terrace
 
There's always an excuse to give
That the guitar is for the youngs
I must think of my children
in which future will I give them
Which?
Which?
Which?
Which?
 
Now I must only work
close my eyes, grow up
it's the time to vegetate
make money
climb
forget
 
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory commits its task
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its history
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its memory
Forget
Impossible to forget
 
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Because I'm cold.
 

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Etcetera

No music.
No music today.
Just the sensation of the music.
Like that brunette walking.
Just the sensation. Standing. Stiff.
 
No lyrics.
No words today.
Just the sensation. Sound. Buzz.
Like that green fly. Green. Green.
Like that green fly. Standing. Stiff.
Just the sensation.....so disgusting. So disgusting.
 
No song. There isn't one today.
No song. There isn't one today.
Just the sensation. Still.
No song. There isn't one today.
No sonnnnnnnnnnng.
But it doesn't get still the song.
Like some moments before making love.
Just the sensation. Just the sensation.
 
Diary. Diary.
Uruguayan diary. Thick milk.
Uruguayan diary.
It's hard to find another milk.
The nation. The nation. The nation.
The fly. The nation.
Love. Standing. Stiff. The song.
 

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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 Village Son

It is my pride to have been born in the most humble neighborhood
Away from the hustle of a fake society,
I did not have the misfortune of not being a village son
I count myself amongst people who have no insincerity.
 
My destiny is very similar, I want it as it comes,
enduring a sadness or going after a dream,
I go life's way, very happy with my poverty.
Since I have no money, I have a lot of heart.
 
A descendant of Cuauhtémoc,
Mexican by fortune,
unlucky in love, I'm a drunk and a troubador,
but how many millionaires would like to live my life,
to sing to poverty without feeling any pain.
 
That is why I'm proud to be from the most humble neighborhood
Away from the hustle of a fake society,
I compose my songs so that
the people will sing them for me,
And the day that the people fail me, that day I will cry.