A keresés eredménye oldal 17

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She slept away the afternoon naked by the window
Nobody outside, no lights, no white doves
She doesn't play in the wind, the bells don't ring to her
All silence if you lack me, if you lack me
 
The rain will cry with me
And streets below the enemy's front door
Step out, they bully me after that I forget
Barefoot dreams through the road
 
We all have a love
A time for giving, a cycle
We are only another time
Or always the same at the start
 
Give me your hand, return with me
We are alone and (we share the) same story
 
She slept away the afternoon and between her dream she gave you
When you arrived, the moon had felt something
'I am nobody's', You left to be with me
If it is to love you, I forget it all, I forget it all
 
We all have a love
A time for giving, a cycle
We are only another time
Or always the same at the start
 
Give me your hand, return with me
We are alone and (we share the) same story
 
Give me your hand, return with me
We are alone and (we share the) same story
 

Turn The Kilometers Into Millimeters

Everyday I feel your void1
While you 're waiting, above your closed phone
The distance is a killer, it kills my dream
And your absence goes through every cell of mine
 
You should come immediately, you are absent and I am getting lost
Find some time to see what I feel
You should come immediately for some seconds
Turn the kilometers into millimeters
 
That keep us apart
And my sadness has turned into one of my clothes2
The loneliness blows like the North inside my mind
And your absence freeze my bedroom
 
You should come immediately, you are absent and I am getting lost
Find some time to see what I feel
You should come immediately for some seconds
Turn the kilometers into millimeters
 

• 1. Your absence.
• 2. He feels the sadness everyday and it's like he 'wears' it (the sadness) everyday, like a cloth.

Love is coming today

Something bad is happening
Oh, and it kindles anything
they will like each other
and what ended?
it stole our old ways when
they become two
When it has ruined everything
and sweetness takes hold of
everywhere
And as Simba, the only guy,
continues to flirt into the night
it will take shelter in the air
 
Love is coming today
the night is peaceful
the world is in perfect harmony
with all it's living things
 
I have a problem I need to talk about
is there nothing I can do?
The truth about it? She will
turn away and give up on me
 
He is hiding something
But, I do not know what it is
He says he is not the king but,
I know he is my king
 
Love is coming today
the night is peaceful
the world is in perfect harmony
with all it's living things
 
Love is coming today
Please give some of it to me too
why are you searching so
hard?
When love is already with you
 
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Million ... Million ...

1. I'm a little flower,
Near the cross with spikes
The flower is small, the hill is big
What perfume could give a flower?
But, like me, the Lord has
Million ... Million ...
 
2. I'm a whistle that gathers
The lost poor sheep
When, there're thunders, in the sky
Who's hearing a good news?
But, like me, in the valleys it resounds
Million ... Million ...
 
3. I am a ray from Golgotha,
Near ocean shores
A spark at the top of the cliff,
Who can see it in the deep night?
But, like me, there are still
Million ... Million ...
 
4. I am a traveler through the world,
Getting across meridians.
My brothers of body and name
Were laughing and mocking me
But I have other brothers in the world
Million ... Million ...
 
5. I am a steam blowing in the wind
And it is lost in the wilderness.
But on the day that will come
Not a man and not a thousand,
As me, they would like to be
Million ... Million ...
 

More Woman Than She Is

Enough already!
This has been making me furious at love
I realize that I should have been tougher on you
My mistake, but I didn't deserve this
 
I overlooked my principles for you
I accepted your terms for fear of losing you
How is it that after that fight over nothing
You can come throw it all in my face and tell me
 
That I'm nothing more than a mistress
That you don't love me
That I'm not good enough
That I'm only of use to you in bed
 
From this day forth
Life will go on
Don't call me your lover
I'm more woman that she is
 

Million roses

Once upon a time, a painter
having only canvases and colors,
but he loved an actress,
the one who loved flowers.
So he put on sale
his paintings, his humble abode
and so bought
a whole ocean of flowers.
 
One million, one million,
a million red roses,
through the window, through the window,
by the window you discover.
He who loves you, he who loves you,
he who loves you for real
will change all his life
in flowers for you. (bis)
 
At the window she asks herself
it was really something -
like a grandiose spectacle,
the place is full of roses.
His soul is frozen for a moment:
who is this funny lover?
And in a corner, all shaking,
the handsome boy lowers his eyes.
 
To the refrain
 
The beautiful meeting was brief,
she left at night,
but in his life there was
the wonderful field of roses.
The paintings of the painter become famous,
now had only one theme,
a square covered with flowers,
a beautiful window who loves him.
 
To the refrain
 

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 Want To Be The King Soon

(Simba)
I want to be the mighty king
And the terror to the enemies
 
(Zazu)
But I don't know how you could rule
And have a short mane!
 
(Simba)
I will have the longest mane
It will flutter and warm me
And i train the look from the above
And I learn to roar!!!
 
(Zazu)
That joke doesn't seem to be funny for me
 
(Simba)
Oh, I want to
Be the king soon!
 
(Zazu)
You will be young for the long time, boy
I would say that...
 
(SImba)
I won't hear: Go there!
 
(Nala)
Be nice and OK!
 
(Simba)
I won't hear: Leave it be!
 
(Nala)
Or look there!
 
(Zazu)
I wanted to say, that I...
I only thought...
 
If you won't listen...!
Look there!
 
(Simba)
I won't hear, where I'm supposed to go
I will do, what I want to
 
(Zazu) This is the end, guys
 
/sing/
The time has come, you and me
Will discuss what and how
 
(Nala)
Why would a king should listen
To a little bird?
 
(Zazu)
If this famous kingdom
Wants to refuse me
I will give up this service and I'll leave Africa
Floating on my wings
 
(Zazu)
This kid got out of our hands
What to do next with him?
 
(Simba)
Oh, I want to be the king soon!
 
Just everybody look there
Just everybody look here
Everywhere you look
I'm in the sunlight
 
(Zazu)
Not yet!
 
(Savanah)
And every animal join the choir
And the whole jungle sounds like a huge hall
That SImba has just become the king
 
(Simba)
Oh, I want to be the king soon
Oh, I want to be the king soon
Oh, I want to be the king soon!
 

To whom do I belong

I used to be silent for a long time, covered with tears,
I gave myself without pain, with a laugh,
and you even don't ask me how I feel
if I am well or not.
I pretended blind for all your delays,
in early mornings after infidelities at night,
I was stronger than everything, but something is dying
deep in me, I know.
 
Chorus:
But to whom do I belong,
for whom do I exist, beg and cry
mute, without voice?
So tell me sweetheart, look into my eyes
o how strong, strong, strong is the pain to be without you.
 
But to whom do I belong,
for whom do I live for a long time
in the shadow of restlessness and fear.
So tell me sweetheart, look into my eyes
o how strong, strong, strong is the pain to be without you.
But to whom do I belong?
 
All your glances are in a shadow,
they haven't reached my smiles yet.
But never mind, it is not important anymore,
your touch causes pain, you should know that.
I don't wish to hear your words anymore
as sources of poisonous lies.
I kill myself with questions,
so tell me...
 

Tears and kisses

If tonight you don't have
to whom to pray,
I will be with you
as icon which can erase
all your dark thoughts
and take away all of your pain,
at least for a Moment.
 
You are hiding your fatigue under black feathers,
you are washing your face from old cheap make-up,
but you know that there is no such water which can wash away
the mud which got together in you,
when you understand.
 
Chorus:
Tears and kisses,
you always have to love someone else,
tears and kisses,
he pays for you and you offer yourself.
Tears, but noone sees them,
tears and kisses,
who do you give yourself to now?
 
Please look at the moon,
it will be the mirror of all of your Beauty,
look at it and please don't hide,
just start discovering good things in you.
 

White Day

A white day is every happy day,
also if it is the last one,
just let it be hapyy.
A whit day is every single day
which comes late
so that it reaches you on time.
 
If you are big, also be small,
if you are weak, be strong,
if there is storm, cheer up,
chase the clouds, smile for me.
 
(Chorus)
Hey, if I could just once
prepare the bed on a white day,
there I will warm up heart and Soul
for millions of hearts on a single day.
Hey, if I could just once
prepare the bed on a white day,
there I will warm up heart and Soul
for millions of hearts on a single day.
 
You will have a white day for yourself
as soon as you think about someone else
and give him a white angel as a present.
A white day and it doesn't matter
if nothing or everything,
just let it be white.
 
If it is dark, make light,
make two out of one,
if you are poor, don't be sad,
your wealth is in your soul.
 
(Chorus)
 

Longings

When I left Santiago
all the way I cried,
I cried without knowing why
but I assure you
that my heart is hard
but that day I loosened.
 
I left that dear soil
and the ranch where I was born,
where I lived so happy
cheerfully singing.
Instead today I cry constantly
just like the crespin.
 
The years nor the distance
could never get to set you aside
from my memory
nor make me forget you.
Oh dear Santiago
I miss your quebrachal.
 
Tomorrow when I die
if someone remembers me,
peasants I will ask you
if you want to give me the Glory
that you play to my memory
the doble that I sing here.
 
In my hours of sadness
I always think
how can some peasants
forget
ranch, father, mother, brother
so easily.
 
Santiagueño shall not be
the one that behaves in that way:
to despise the chacarera
for another imported dance.
That is to see her sullied,
our rural (peasant) race.
 
The other night my pillows,
I found them wet, but
I ignore if I dreamed
or is that I cried awoken
and in the distance I looked
the ranch that I left.
 
Maybe in the cemetery
there is no place for me
peasants I will ask you
before the time comes
throw me in the open field
but there where I was born.
 

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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Alone

“Let everything be as it is”
…and the wind was flying on your foulard.
You had already taken with you
your hands, your nights, your cheerfulness.
 
“Never cut your hair,
eat a little more, that you’re too skinny”
…and on the table, between a tea and the bill
I also swallowed this farewell…
 
“Let everything be as it is”
…and the sky was fading behind the cranes.
“No, never change and take care of yourself,
of your life, of the world you’ll find”
 
“Try to stay out of trouble,
button your coat well”
…and between the car horns and the bells
I was repeating “I’m not bitter at you”
 
“And don’t worry for me, please”
…while my breathe was turning into smoke
I felt I was fainting little by little,
and little by little you was leaving…
 
I wonder if sooner or later…
if you’ll have ever understood…
if you have looked back…
I wonder if sooner or later…
if you’ll ever think, sometimes,
that I’m alone…
 
And if now I play my songs,
the same ones you loved so much,
if she sits next to me smiling and thinking
that I’ve dedicated them to her…
 
And she doesn’t know about when I told you:
“Eat a little more, that you’re too skinny”,
she doesn’t know about our first day’s fantasies
and about the way you went away…
 
I wonder if sooner or later…
if you’ll have ever understood…
if you have looked back…
I wonder if sooner or later…
if you’ll ever think, sometimes,
that I’ll stay alone, here,
I’ll walk alone,
alone, I’ll carry on…
 

Today she came here

There is someone looking sideways at me
I don’t even know who is she
But look how funny it is:
we met each other at the same time
I was here and she was on the other side
 
There is someone here who’s watching me
and the worst part is that I like it
Look how funny it is:
She always keeps her radio on
and I listen to it here in my room
 
I know what time she goes to work
when she takes a bath,
stays 10 minutes in the shower
I wonder if she knows I know everything
My world is better now that I have this balcony
 
Today she came by here
right on a Monday
I made her coffee and suddenly my whole life was hers
 
Today she came by here
I let the radio playing
20 minutes in the shower
and the neighbors started complaining
about the noise we made while making love
 

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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I want to be king right now

Simba: As king i would be super strong
A really great pet
Zazu: Well, as a king, you would still be pretty bald
The hair is missing you
Simba: The long mane is a wish that I still fulfill
Until then I'll carry up my nose and practice my roar
Zazu: You're far too small to impress
Simba: Oh I want to be a king right now
No and Never “Do This“
Zazu: As I said that I...
Nala: No and Never “Do That“
Zazu: What I meant was...
Simba: No and Never “Stop that“
Zazu: You don't seem to get that...
Simba and Nala: No and Never “Listen Up“
Zazu: Yeah Listen Up
Simba and Nala: Always free and full in track
Zazu: That's out of question
Simba: Free and just in my style
Zazu: That goes too far you greenhorn
Now finally listen up
Nala: We don't need any advice from a beak mouth, Zazu
Zazu: And if the royal house develops like that,
I want to get out, out of everything, out of Africa,
I prefer to move
Your father would never forgive something like that
Simba: Oh I want to be a king right now
Everyone is now looking to the left
Nala: Everyone looks to the right now
Simba: Everyone is watching me now
Simba and Nala: The King in the spotlight
Zazu: So what?
Chor: Here all animals sing, big and small
And everything that creeps here and there sings along
Simba will soon be king, he alone
Simba: Oh, I want to be king right now
Nala: Oh, he wants to be king right now
Simba: Oh, I want
Nala: Right now
Simba and Nala: to be king
 
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Son of the moon

For those who don't misunderstand
the legend tells
about that gypsy woman
who prayed the moon
white and high in the sky.
 
While she was smiling
she begged her
'make him come back to me'
 
'You will have that man back,
dark skin
with his forgiveness
impure woman,
but in exchange I want
your first child
to come and stay with me'
 
That who sacrifices her child
not to live alone
is not worthy of a king!
 
Moon, you are a mother now,
but who made you a woman isn't here.
Tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him,
if you have no arms?
Son of the moon
 
In spring he was born
a child
from that dark father
like smoke
with light skin,
eyes of lagoon
like a son of the moon.
 
'this is a betrayal
he is not my son
and I don't want him'
 
Luna, now you're a mother
but who made you a woman
isn't here.
 
Tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him,
if you have no arms?
son of the moon
 
The gypsy, crazy
from pain,
picked right in the middle
of honor,
grabbed it and screamed,
kissed her crying,
then plunged the blade.
 
He ran onto the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned him there
 
Luna, now you're a mother
but who made you
a woman isn't here
tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him
if you have no arms
son of the moon
 
If then the moon
becomes full
it's because the child
is sleeping soundly,
but if he's crying
she plays with him
goes down and becomes a cradle...
but if he's crying
she plays with him
goes down and becomes a cradle...
 
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Love will find a way

We don't get to know the world
that just likes you
It may be in the stars
and closer than we think.
Were to find our wings?
Souls go through the mud
I hope I'm powerful enough,
world, mine and yours
with passion to create in our two hearts
 
Go on, love will find a way
Where you go
I want to follow you
I'm home,
were you feel safe
Darkness in us changes into light
Sun is shining in the rocks,
I'm yours, the fear is away
Love will find a way
 
Kovu:
 
I was so afraid
of my own eyes and wounds
Now I have my own world
and here your eyes are.
The most beautiful world
you could give to me.
 
Both:
 
Hope is kinder than feathers
The ones who like us believe in it
 
Go on, love will find a way
Where you go
I want to follow you
I'm home were you feel safe
Darkness in us changes into light
Sun is shining in the mountains,
I'm yours, the fear is away
Love will find a way
Keep going,
love will find a way
 

The Lion

It's been five days, it's been five nights
That, on the other side of the rapid river,
The lioness is calling
It's been five days, it's been five nights
That, on this side of the rapid river,
The lion answers the lioness
 
Don't go there Gaston
Even if she tells you
That her mother is friendly
Don't go there Gaston
Even if she dares to tell you
That she'll love you for life
Don't go there Gaston
Even if she begs you
To take her away to the city
She'll be your Manon¹
You'll be her Des Grieux¹
You'll be two idiots
 
It's been ten days, it's been ten nights
That, on the other side of the rapid river,
The lioness is calling
It's been ten days, it's been ten nights
That, on this side of the rapid river,
The lion answers the lioness
 
Don't go there Gaston
Stop wagging yourt ail
One has to make her lose her patience
Act as if you aren't in a hurry
As if you're busy
Put her on the waiting list
Don't go there Gaston
A lion has to be mean
Tell her that you're in a hurry
Remember Paulo
Who always told us
'Too much, it's too much'
 
It's been twenty days, it's been twenty nights
That, on the other side of the rapid river,
The lioness is calling
It's been twenty days, it's been twenty nights
That, on this side of the rapid river,
The lion answers the lioness
 
Don't go there Gaston
Even if she tells you
That there's another in view
One who is young, one who is beautiful
Who dances like a god
Who has composure
One who has a mane
Who is very smart
And who will make his fortune
One who is generous
One who, if she wants,
Will give her the moon
 
It's been an hour and twenty minutes
That, on the other side of the rapid river,
The lioness is calling
It's been an hour and twenty minutes
That, on this side of the rapid river,
The lion answers the lioness
 
- Jacques! Jacques!?
- Uh... yes, yes
- Jacques!
- Is it... is it me you're calling?
- Jacques! Jacques!?
- Yes? Yes, I'm here, yes
- Jacques!? Jacqes...
 

Juan “The Scar”

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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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Who Cares?

I've burnt, I've been extinguished
My mad heart is in jailbreak
As if I don't exist if you don't, too
Who cares?
 
All your promises
Each of them is in my mind
Keep or don't keep
Who cares?
 
Lies over lies
To deepest place of my heart
After holding a blunt knife
What do you expect from me?
 
[x2]
I've turn into a patience stone
I don't care anymore whether or not you show up infront of me
I've came to these days on my own
I don't care whether or not you are here
 

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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Why Are You Doing This?

My life changed in a way
Once we broke up
I've been crying, suffering, drinking
Eating bread kneaded by the devil
And the worst part's that I'm the one who cheated
I'm the one who lost the one I loved
At the time, I was too weak
I lost my senses and screwed up
You said that I'd pay dearly
You promised not to let me off easy
 
Why are you doing this?
Strutting around with that loser right in my face?
Why are you doing this?
Wasn't it enough to abandon me and leave me sleepless at night?
 
Why are you doing this?
Trampling me, humiliating me, treating me like trash?
Why are you doing this?
Why are you doing this?
 

Can you feel the love tonight

Do you know what happen? What? They fall in love and change everything. The touch of twilight is magical and in its romantic atmosphere, danger lurks.
 
Can you feel how the serenity of night makes everything peaceful. It is on par this moment.
 
I wish I can tell you everything. But it is difficult to explain. Time spent will only make her be further away from me.
 
He hide himself, and you don’t know why he refuses to be king cause I know he can.
 
Can you feel how the serenity of night makes everything peaceful. It is on par this moment.
 
Can you feel that he is not far from you. In this night full of doubt, love rules.
 
If he falls in love, everything will be reveal and all his pain will end and he will perish.
 

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

Wonderful

Versions: #3
It's true
Believe me, it happened
One night, on a bridge
staring at the cloudy water
with a damned desire
to take a leap off
When suddenly
someone over my shoulders
maybe an angel
dressed as a passerby
told me down with this:
 
Wonderful
But how can you not realize
how much this world can be so
wonderful?
Wonderful!
Even your pain
will soon abate
Wonderful!
Look around you
the gifts you were given:
they created the sea for you!
You say you don't have anything
Does the sun seem nothing to you?
Life
Love?
Wonderful!
The affection of a woman
whose eyes are just for you
Wonderful
A morning's first light
A friend's embrace
A child's face
Wonderful!
Wonderful...
 
(outro)
 
When the night was over
I was still feeling
The life's taste
 
Wonderful...
Wonderful...
 

40 waves

I drop oil in the fire
i fall in it again
I am burning for you
i melt my steel in bad condition.
 
E EEE
 
i will pass 40 waves for you
and paths without return.
I have learned to love with my heart
and you have learned to love with compulsion.
 
ainte
 
I drop oil in the fire
i fall in it again
I am burning for you
you chose your destiny with your character.
 
i will pass 40 waves for you
and paths without return.
I have learned to love with my heart
and you have learned to love with compulsion.
 
i will pass 40 waves for you
and paths without return.
I have learned to love with my heart
and you have learned to love with compulsion.
 

This song (Wonderful)

This song is life that passes
In a day of magical essence
It is the outlet of a man who is trying to scream
A buzzing of sane incoherence
A photograph of me
That I want to look at now
An idea like any other fixed in time
A liar that cannot lie
 
This song is the road in [my etc.] feet
The search for a little bit of clarity
A living hand, an ajar door
A shoe that causes tenderness
It is a dog that barks
Out there
A bed unmade by too much talking
That bursts out like noises
 
Wonderful
Like life that passes
Like a memory of a few years ago
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
This song is a a broken toy
Left in the wrong place
It is a deep breath that comes consciously
Just because I walked
It is a stomachache
With which I live
My eyes are fixed on a present point
Losing sight of the finish line
 
Wonderful
Like life that passes
Like a memory of a few years ago
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
I wrote it just for you...
I wrote it just for you...
 
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
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