A keresés eredménye

I'm the Nacha

I'm the Nacha, that's how they call me
it's natural that I gotta have a name
but there are who say 'It's unspeakable
it's unspeakable what this woman does'
I say my name sticking my chest out
(Honestly she doesn't have much to stick)
They said everything about that woman
they said everything, except for the truth
 
Where you were born? In Mar del Plata,
that since then is the happy ciry
I came an early morning to my parents house
thirty three years ago from Paris
How much you weighed? Three point one kilos...
Well, honestly she doesn't weigh more than that
Maybe you want to know what studies I did
(A modest and shameful sixth grade)
 
I was the best in the school
Come on Nacha, the best in what?
in catching smallpox
 
What's your state? An awful one!
I had three husbands without marrying
there are people who finds it despicable
but I know my moral is flawless!
I was dancer, then a model
I worked as actress and I'm a singer...
(This woman is a very special being
she does everything, but she does it poorly)
 
I've worked in the beloved Di Tella!
(Maybe that's the reason they closed it down)
I've performed in the Maipo in the season!
(Until the day she was kicked out)
I've succeeded in the Stadium Luna Park!
(It went well until she started boxing)
 
My name is Nacha and tonight
you'll see passing a thousand and one Nachas
In a night a thousand and one Nachas
You'll see everything... except my underwear
Be careful, don't open the mouth
and don't breath nor make noise wiht the cups
because then the diva messes
and breaks everything, honestly she's half nuts
 
Night of Nacha
who cries, who shatters...
Nacha of Night
who goes on car on horse
 
Sympathetic, agressive or seducing Nacha
Anarchist, sxy, snob or brawling Nacha
Nacha the crazy who doesn't shut up
Nacha the sane, even if sometimes she says...shit
Submissive, very happy and shirtless Nacha
The pale, pupate and skinny Nacha
Nacha girl Nacha boy cachavacha or colombina
Lively, Nacha bug murderer or pilgrim
The one who sings hel laments under very different roofs
with her look of girl
Who listens, who fights
 
You'll see a thousand and one...
It's hard to believe...
But Nacha is a woman...
A Pandora box...
And the box is opening...
Sirs, don't have any doubt
that here will pass the thousand and one...Nachas!
 

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Still

I still don't believe it
you're coming near me
and the night is a handful
of stars and joy
 
I touch, taste, hear and see
Your face, your long steps,
your hands and yet
I still don't believe it
 
Your comeback has so much
to do with you and with me
that by guess I say it
and just in case I sing it
 
Nobody ever replaces you
and the most trivial things
become fundamental
because you're coming home
 
However
I still don't believe my luck
because the heaven of having you
looks like a fantasy
 
Bur you come and is sure
And you come wiht your look
And that's why your coming
makes the future magic
 
And though I haven't always understood
my faults and my failures
I kknow instead that in your arms
the world has sense
 
And if I kiss the boldness
and the mistery in your lips
there won't be doubts nor bad tastes
I'll love you even more
 

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I Name You, Freedom

For the caged bird
For the fish in the fishbowl
For my friend who is imprisoned
For having said what he thinks
For the plucked flowers
For the trampled grass
For the fallen trees
For the tortured bodies
I name you Freedom
 
For our clenched teeth
For our suppressed rage
For the lump in our throat
For the mouths that don’t sing
For the clandestine kiss
For the censored verse
For the young exile
For the forbidden names
I name you Freedom
 
I name you on behalf of us all
with your true name
I name you when it becomes dark,
when nobody sees me
I write your name
on the walls of my city
I write your name
on the walls of my city
Your real name
Yours and others’ names
which are not named out of fear
 
For the persecuted idea
For the blows received
For he that doesn’t resist
For those that have hidden
For the fear that they have of you
For your steps that they watch
For the way that they attack you
For the children that kill you
I name you Freedom
 
For invaded lands
For conquered peoples
For those who are oppressed
For exploited men
For those burned at the stake
For the valiant who were executed
For the assassinated hero
For extinguished fires
I name you Freedom
 

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I love you

If I love you is because you are
my love, my accomplice and everything
And in the street, elbow to elbow
we're much more than two
we're much more than two
 
Your hands are my caress
my everyday accords
I love you because your hands
work for justice
 
If I love you is because you are
my love, my accomplice and everything
And in the street, elbow to elbow
we're much more than two
we're much more than two
 
Your eyes are my spell
against the bad workday
I love you for your look
that looks and sows future
 
Your mouth that is yours and mine
your mouth is not wrong
I love you because your mouth
knows to yell rebelliousness
 
If I love you is because you are
my love, my accomplice and everything
And in the street, elbow to elbow
we're much more than two
we're much more than two
 
And for your sincere face
and your wandering walk
and your crying for the world
Because you're people I love you
 
And because love is not a halo
nor a candid moral
And because we're a couple
who knows it's not lonely
 
I love you in my heaven
I mean, that in my country
people lives happy
even if they're not allowed to
 
If I love you is because you are
my love, my accomplice and everything
And in the street, elbow to elbow
we're much more than two
And in the street, elbow to elbow
we're much more than two
 

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The double zero

Cut your hair boy
or do you think
that in this country one can be
different of the others
What's that thing of the long hair
the t-shirt and the blue jeans?
What's that thing of going to the DiTella
the soireé and the happening?
 
The double zero grinds its teeth
Where's the brave who will face it?
With the short hair
and the tailor made suit
don't be afraid of going to jail
if robbery is your vocation
 
Learn of those men
of backwards and forwards
who combed their hair
parted in the chest
Who if they put them in jail
was for being very manly
fighters and malefactors
but never faggots.
 
The double zero grinds its teeth
Where's the brave who will face it?
With the short hair
you have a thief license
Because it doesn't matter to be honest
but keeping the looks.
 
Don't come to me with the story
of the grandpa portrait
with the beard and the sideburns
the long hair and the quiff
Have an american cut
Finish your insolence
Don't you know that the short hair
guarantees decency, eh?
 
The double zero grinds its teeth
Where's the brave who will face it?
Cut your hair boy
or do you think
that in this country one can be
different of the others
 

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