A keresés eredménye

Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisanak hívnak az emberek,
Olyan vagy mint a misztikus mosolyú hölgy,
Vajon azért vádolnak, mert egyedülálló vagy?
Vagy a furcsa Mona Lisa mosoly okán?
 
Mosolyogsz, hogy szeretőt csábíts Mona Lisa?
Vagy ily módon leplezed a megtőrt szívet?
Tengernyi álom hever a lábaid előt
Csak szétterülnek és elhalnak.
 
Élő vagy,
valóságos vagy Mona Lisa?
Vagy csak egy rideg, egyedülálló,
bájos műalkotás?
 
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisanak hívnak az emberek,
Olyan vagy mint a misztikus mosolyú hölgy,
Vajon azért vádolnak, mert egyedülálló vagy?
Vagy a furcsa Mona Lisa mosoly okán?
 
Mosolyogsz, hogy szeretőt csábíts Mona Lisa?
Vagy ily módon leplezed a megtőrt szívet?
Tengernyi álom hever a lábaid előt
Csak szétterülnek és elhalnak.
 
Élő vagy,
valóságos vagy Mona Lisa?
Vagy csak egy rideg, magányos,
bájos műalkotás?
 

You women

Versions: #1
You women
You the charming
Your smiles
Catch our eyes
Disarm us
 
You the adorable
Angels
And we
We men are
The pitiful devils...
 
We surrender you with thousands roses
We love you and prove it without words
We think that we are strong, we think that we know you
We say: “forever,”
You answer: “perhaps...”
 
You women
You my drama
You such sweetheart
You the source
Of our tears
 
Pitiful devils
How vulnerable
Miserable
We are
We men
Pitiful devils
Pitiful devils
 
The minute that somebody else smiles at you, we tend to
Play it cool
We do everything to calm ourselves down, finally we explode
We are insanely jealous
And you are flattered...
 
You women
You the charming
Your smiles
Catch our eyes
Disarm us
 
Pitiful devils
How vulnerable
Miserable
We are
We men
Pitiful devils
Pitiful devils
Pitiful devils
 

I want to love you

I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you
I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you
It will last all summer, maybe it's more than a flirtation
The season is here to fall in love ,
It will be American, I put it on tilt,
Until the beginning of September I'm with you.
What can I do if I don't think of her.
I have no strange dreams and remorse.
Every day, there is an an emotion that I would not change
But finish the holidays with whoever happens to be my partner
My heart desires you
My heart desires you
As I have to tell you my heart desires you
My heart desires you...
My heart desires you..
How should I tell you? Be with me
My heart desires you...
Be with me...
I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you
I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you
He who has this clandestine love
happily expresses what he has
And since he learned that you are there too
You won't like to accept half a man.
My heart desires you
My heart desires you
How I must tell you my heart desires you!
My heart desires you
My heart desires you
How should I tell you? Be with me
My heart desires you
Be with me
 

I do want

Versions: #2
I wanna show you a path aside to the sea
A place where nobody can arrives
where the wind’s friend, and the breeze’s a sigh
that blows holding your body’s shape.
 
Woman, I want that you are at my side
Awaking with my singing slept on your skin
And despairing the forgiveness saying to you
Close to your ear, my in loved verses,
my verses of love
 
I wanna lost in your body and drop anchor
in your harbor my ship that’s empty of love.
Writing in the sand my cry and my pain
Letting the waves take away my ache.
 
Woman, I want that you are by my side
that share with me your life
And next when the autumn wind fondle tour temples
To be together and jointed as yesterday was.
 
I wanna show you a path aside to the sea
A place where nobody can arrives
where the wind’s friend, and the breeze’s a sigh
that blows holding your body’s shape.
 
Woman, I want that you are at my side
Awaking with my singing slept on your skin
And despairing the forgiveness saying to you
Close to your ear, my in loved verses,
my verses of love
 

At the crossroads

At the crossroads
Sometimes dreams vanish
Sometimes hands clung together
In a farandole get loose
 
At the crossroads
We look at each other silently
We know the last train
Won't be for holidays
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
At the crossroads
It's not a stormy sky
But the daily grey
Colour of our journey
 
At the crossroads
We fear the last gestures
Afraid of spoiling that morning
The short time left to us
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 

Oh, Oh, Oh

The dove of my soul,
oh, oh, oh,
look out of the window!
 
The dove of my soul,
oh, oh, oh,
look out of the window!
 
The first light of dawn already
wants to announce the new day…
The first light of dawn already,
oh, oh, oh,
wants to announce the new day.
 
The first light of dawn already
wants to announce the new day…
The first light of dawn already,
oh, oh, oh,
wants to announce the new day.
 
Wants to announce the new day!
 
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A Story of Love

My eyes wander on the wall,
I don't answer the phone anymore.
On the veranda a spiderweb swings
and in my mind only your name remains.
 
In the glass of a bitter wine
your image appears and fades.
My present time lives the past
and in my mind only your name remains.
 
I do not want to recall
everything I felt,
I just want to yell
how much I miss you.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
This love so fierce
is gone forever.
It ended suddenly
and now we are so lonely.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
We loved each other at the wrong time
and we fought at an uncertain time.
It was an escape, it was discovered
and for both of us it’s a finished story.
 
I do not want to recall
everything I felt,
I just want to yell
how much I miss you.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
This love so fierce
is gone forever.
It ended suddenly
and now we are so lonely.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
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I will go my way

We were both late
for our life encounter.
Right at the beginning we knew
that one day it will all end.
 
We were both late,
the last nigh already ended.
It´s no use crying,
already someone´s waiting for you.
 
I will go my way,
you will go your way.
It was already written that your and my
ways had different destinations.
 
We were both late,
it was just a dream on the sand,
we know this is the end,
we both disguise the sorrow.
 
We were both late
for overcoming our failures.
It´s no use crying,
you will return into his arms.
 
I will go my way,
you will go your way.
It was already written that your and my
ways had different destinations.
 
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I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere

I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
When I was looking for new frontiers
only my feet got covered with dust
and I’m simply tired of living.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
Of walking in search of of my destiny
I have neither land nor nest…
I have no place to live.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
When I was looking for new frontiers
only my feet got covered with dust
and I’m simply tired of living.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
It was just a change of my fate,
I lost love and affection.
That’s how my life is.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
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Manuela

(Manuela) (Manuela)
(Manuela) (Manuela)
 
Just like the night, like a dream
are the black eyes of my love, Manuela.
Just like spring flower,
like full moon, that's how Manuela is.
 
Of loving words,
of anxious look,
that´s how Manuela is.
 
She knows all my secrets
and all my dreams
are for Manuela.
 
She fixed my life
since that afternoon she arrived, Manuela.
I'm happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
(Manuela) (Manuela)
 
Every day, every moment,
it's more important to feel Manuela.
I live only, I think only,
I know I exist only
to love Manuela.
 
She fixed my life
since that afternoon she arrived, Manuela.
I'm happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
I´m happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
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Juan “The Scar”

Versions: #2
I’m going to sing an old ballad telling the story of
what happened somewhere on the ranch on the range,
the sad story of some farmer in love,
who was a boozer, a rake and a gambler.
 
His name was Juan and they called him “The Scar”.
He was brave and adventurous in love.
The most beautiful women possessed him
and where they lived there was not a flower left.
 
One Sunday, when he was getting drunk
people hurried to the tavern to warn him:
“Beware, Juan, they are already looking for you.
A lot of men, so don’t let them kill you.
 
He had no time to mount his horse,
someone from the crowd threw him a gun.
“Maybe I’m drunk, but I’m a tough guy”
he said before a bullet hit his heart.
 
With the rain the corn grew on the field
and the pigeons are flying to the rocky grounds.
Today they lead beautiful bulls to the slaughterhouse.
What a beautiful horse rides the one who leads them!
 
And the church bells are already tolling,
all the faithful go there to pray
and from the mountains the farmers bring down
a body of a dead man to bury him.
 
In a very humble hut a little boy is crying,
and women preach to his mother and go away
while his mother comforts him tenderly and
looking at the sky she cries and prays for her Juan.
 
And this is how this ballad ends,
a ballad about a Don Juan with a scar,
who, as it was believed, was spoiled by women
and who was a boozer, a troublemaker and a gambler.
 
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Things inside the soul

Things that are left very deep inside the soul,
it hurts when time cannot erase them.
Things that happen to you any day,
sorrows that don’t want to be forgotten and stay…
 
Sometimes it’s dirty tricks that the world gives,
sometimes it’s the memories of playing children…
Things inside the soul that nobody understands,
things inside the soul that only you can feel.
 
I dream that they remain only as dreams,
and when you want to recall them they die.
Things that you cannot shout out loudly,
and when don’t talk about them the soul keeps them.
 
Sometimes it’s the mistakes that hurt,
sometimes it’s love that dies someday…
Things inside the soul that nobody understands,
things inside the soul that only you can feel.
 
Things… things… things… things in my soul.
Things… things… things…
 
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Not every man is a Señor

I came with a bouquet of roses
Took three steps at once.
I carry the noblest motives in the heart,
But I don't want to forget your favor.
 
All the men I know are lining up for you.
It takes a long time to find someone like me.
Fidelity isn't something I invented,
But I feel bound to you through it.
 
Be happy
That I like you, I don't just say it,
But honesty is rare,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere.
Don't imagine it['ll] be easy,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
The sky is suspended above me full of violins,
Life becomes a colorful dance.
I don't want to persuade you, just convince.
And whoever doesn't understand should keep quiet.
 
I did not invent fidelity,
But I feel bound to you through it.
 
Be happy
That I like you, I don't just say it,
But honesty is rare.
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere.
Don't imagine it['ll] be easy,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy!
That I like you, I don't yet say it,
But honesty is rare.
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere...
 

Life always remains the same

Versions: #2
For those who are born
others will die,
for those who laugh
others will cry.
 
Still water,
rivers without sea,
shames and glories,
wars and peace…
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
There are very few true friends
who embrace you when you succeed.
And when you fail, you will learn
the good ones, who’ll stay,
and the bad ones, who’ll leave.
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
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Laughter one day, crying in the other

A song that comes from an autumn dream
In the solitude of march's color, my bedroom
Maybe a last cigarrete, I feel a burning
Until it's time to sleep.
 
The pain that exists in every waiting, awakens
The love that in every late night, vanishes
In a to and fro motion that does not change, in the world
I make a toast to celebrate the last departure.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 
For the love that burning today like a fever, warms me
Or that tomorrow opens a wound in me, and gets cold
I know that one more suffering, and time
Will help me to forgive
 
And I go on saying 'I love you so much' to so many
And go on turning new pages, the faces
Of this adventure novel of mine, the escapes
That go on marking my life.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 

The Cold Teardrop

Whenever Chico Sanfoneiro gets excited
Everyone1 slips2 into the forro3 which never ends
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
 
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
What culture, what culture can there be?
A brave guy like Zeca da Viola
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
 
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
And Chico couldn't believe
That Zeca da Viola with his song was so good
But when [Chico] heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
But when he heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
 
Ohhhhhh, Chicago
Chico I like her
I like her, like her.
 

• 1. Or 'the whole world'
• 2. Lit. 'falls'
• 3. Party dance popular in northeastern Brazil

Memories of Ypacaraí

On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake1
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani2.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 
On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy.
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 

• 1. Lake located in Paraguay, in the outskirts of Asunción
• 2. An indigenous language of South America spoken primarily in Paraguay, Bolivia, and Argentina

It's Not True

It's not true
that our love
is ending.
 
It's not true
that so much love
is being lost.
 
Know
I'm kissing you
and it's true
I'm feeling you.
 
Don't doubt anymore
for I love you the same
as yesterday
or more perhaps than yesterday.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end1.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
It could be
that I went on forgetting
to say
that I'm loving you.
 
But love
is much more, darling
without speaking
only without speaking.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
la, la, la, la, la, la.
 

• 1. Lit. 'to love is arriving already the end'

Crazy

Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
Crazy without you
 
You
Everything for me
and you
forever in heart.
 
Love
You melt this heart
Longings
where are you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy
Because of you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy because of you.
 

Yours

The beauty of the flowers attracts the bees
You, you attract the gentlemen
But if springtime the flowers return the same
You, you have only a spring.
 
Yours, yours
There are flowers on the earth
Yours, yours
There are also dreams.
 

Crazy

Crazy
It's a great loneliness
And I'm crazy
Heart's no longer in the mood
I knew
I love you very much
But someday
I'd leave you too.
 
Worry
I'm always worrying
Wondrin '
What's wrong with you?
 
Crazy
Imagine your love is real
Crazy over hope
Crazy over [crying]
And crazy I am, for loving you.
 

I Won't Fall In Love Again

I won't fall in love again
Sadness frightens me
It makes me feel bad just to think
To have to live uncertainty.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want to be cheated on again
I won't let it happens another time
I need not to be loved.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want anymore to be desired
I can't stand anymore to cry
So many things hurt me.
 
I won't fall in love again
And live the wrong way of life
I'd rather not give myself
So that in exchange to have nothing
I won't fall in love again
 
I won't fall in love again
As my feeling aches
It is better to reject it
And suffer for an instant
 
I won't fall in love again
Only to live a lie
When one loves for love's sake
And love becomes a habit
 
I won't fall in love again
For I have already suffered enough
And right now she isn't around
This makes me suffer even more than before
 
I won't fall in love again
I have nobody else to love
I care not what they say
If I am still awaiting her
I won't fall in love again.
 

A father like me

If the lawyer1
the girl will go away
if the tutelage falls of you
remember she's also mine
and I tell you yes
obstacles why?
companion no
lover but
at least in this there's
a father like me.
 
Being a mother is actually
is much too easy
it's already a half sainthood
for she never errs
for us insecurity
in school there isn't
society
tells us no
it makes up stories
[about] a father like me.
 
Craziness is an excuse
it's said to all those
I take this path
for her and not for me
it's her who pays the price
of happiness
I should be paying
she's got no blame in this
she almost doesn't know that it's
a father like me.
 
But then the girl will grow
without my warmth
but the Lord will think of us
in those big iniquities
So sooner or later
Time will make clear
your clock
my clock
she will understand who is
a father like me.
 

• 1. Alt. synonyms in the English-speaking world: barrister, solicitor, or attorney

Unless

I ask how's it going
You don't want to speak
There's an immense emptiness
You tell me hi
I don't want to respond
Our love is dying
I already don't know how to say
Why it happened
We're so different
I know, the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 
Already the night has arrived
I can no longer sleep
The cold solitude is killing me
You don't even want to see me
Nor do I try to understand
The fire that once existed is dying1
I wanted to converse
To say one more time:
'To say we love each other means to continue ahead'
But I know the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 

• 1. Lit. 'turning off'

On A Little Big-eared Donkey

Don't cry any more, my love,
Christmas is coming.
St. Joseph and Mary will bring
a little big-eared donkey
loaded with nougat.
 
St. Joseph and Mary will come
and on a big-eared donkey
they will pass through here.
 
Don't cry anymore, my baby,
I am kneading the bread.
Marzipan with honey
and a smoky crust
is warm in the pan.
 
They will come on a little donkey
by way of Bethlehem.
Beloved, both beloved,
beloved by the Baby Jesus.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 
(Orchestra)
 
Don't cry anymore, my baby,
I am kneading the bread.
Marzipan with honey
and a smoky crust
is warm in the pan.
 
They will come on a donkey
by way of Bethlehem.
Beloved, both beloved,
beloved by the Baby Jesus.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 

For the love of a woman

It was for the love of a woman
That I ended up not being able to understand myself
And I even got to the point of playing with my own life
And I let myself stay like this
Knowing that it was for me
An already lost loving cause.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I made a dreamer out of myself
Having so much suffering in my life
Me, who always used to be a winner
Became, then, a loser
And I was left with the wounds.
 
It was a dream, she didn't want me anymore
I tried to show her that she didn't make me suffer
Today I live sadly, but I know that I'm going to change
Because I want to forget about her once and for all.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I learned how to suffer
I put the joy aside
I started, then, to understand
The sad side of living
Trying to forget about what I wanted.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I all of a sudden went insane
Loving who i wasn't supposed to
I was a slave to that love
And was blinded by the pain
Not caring about life.
 
It was a dream, she didn't want me anymore
I tried to show her that she didn't make me suffer
Today I live sadly, but I know that i'm going to change
Because I want to forget about her once and for all.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I learned how to suffer
I put the joy aside
I started, then, to understand
The sad side of living
Trying to forget about what I wanted.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I all of a sudden went insane
Loving who i wasn't supposed to
I was a slave to that love
And was blinded by the pain
Not caring about life.
 

With These Looks

I don't know,
madam, why you think badly of me.
I don't know,
madam, what they have told you.
 
Your daughter and I,
madam, we got married for love.
I know that you
dreamt of a good catch, something better.
 
Madam, what do you know...
You were only concerned
about finding no matter who
with favorable status.
 
Madam, who was going to tell you
you'd have a son-in-law like this:
Adventurer and dreamer,
with looks like this.
 
You say,
Madam, that I'm an opportunist,
and it's that you,
Madam, have judged me without reason.
 
Your daughter and I,
madam, we got married for love.
I know that you
dreamt of a good catch, something better.
 
Madam, what do you know...
You were only concerned
about finding no matter who
with favorable status.
 
Madam, who was going to tell you
you'd have a son-in-law like this:
Adventurer and dreamer,
with looks like this.
 

From a Strange World

When they speak to you about love and about illusions
and they offer you a sun and an entire sky,
if you remember me, don't mention me
because you will feel real love.
 
And if they want to know of your past
it's necessary to tell a lie.
Say that your come from out there, from a strange world,
that you don't know how to cry, that you don't understand love
and that you have never loved.
 
Because I, where I'm going,
will speak of your love
like a golden dream
and forgetting the resentment
I won't say your goodbye
left me unhappy.
 
And if they want to know of my past
it's necessary to lie again.
I'll tell them that I came from a strange world,
that I don't know of pain, that I triumphed in love
and that I've never cried.