A keresés eredménye oldal 23

1999

It's early and you don't know
what to do to wake up
rush has got you
you want to do what you're thinking
You believe in dreams
floating in worlds of smoke
written stories
will avoid you still...
 
Something tells me that you
would want to succeed somehow
but your circle is closing
can you do something?
You're on your way
everything is turned to ashes
You can't be late!
It's your road
You'll always run
hoping that you can save yourself!
 
That's the road, if you want to,
you can walk and hope
That's the road, if you want to
make a brand new start!
 
You easily try to forget
what's happening in your world
You got a scenery in front of you
your mind will get dark.
You'll see someday,
when you'll be far away
nothing's gonna change
You're lost soul
and all that you have
you'll leave behind
 
That's the road, if you want to,
you can walk and hope
That's the road, if you want to
make a brand new start!
 
It's early and you don't know
what to do to wake up
rush has got you
you want to do what you're thinking
You believe in dreams
floating in worlds of smoke
written stories
will avoid you still...
 
That's the road, if you want to,
you can walk and hope
That's the road, if you want to
make a brand new start!
 

I'll be your shadow

Day by day, hour by hour
I'll be step by step
around you
Step by step, all the time
always hour by hour, can't let you
I'll be your shadow.
 
I'm under your trail
I'll always follow you
I'll be only yours hour by hour,
I'll be with you.
Always under your star,
Wherever you may be
You'll be only mine
step by ste, I'll be your shadow
 
I want, I can, I know, I want
to be day by day
around you
I know, I Can, I want love
so I can give and dedicate
all of me to you...
 
I'm under your trail
I'll always follow you
I'll be only yours hour by hour,
I'll be with you.
Always under your star,
Wherever you may be
You'll be only mine
step by ste, I'll be your shadow
 

Cowboy

We used to meet again
on a heavenly Sunday
You knew the air and the sky
the Eves and the gods...
White angels of wool
floating on wings...
 
Now you don't have the sky
from where you were falling,
crazy, crazy bride...
Now you don't have the sky
from where you were falling,
crazy bride...
 
On every thursday
we both were falling from rains
of apples, of blackberries, of flowers,
of colours
Light of soul winter you were
in heaven
Crazy,
crazy bride...
 
Now you don't have the sky
from where you were falling,
Now you don't have the sky
from where you were falling,
crazy bride...
 

I learnt to listen

With every day,
we rediscover
all that's hiding inside of us
and what we'd want to be like
But I understood
that it ain't easy to lose
what you'd want to exist
forever...
 
Chorus:
 
I learnt to listen
and I want you more
to tell me trurly that the clouds are gone.
I learnt to hope
I learnt to believe
that without love, we're going nowhere!...
 
And through so many nights
that were in my life
through so many illusions on my trail
 
Someday I understood
that it ain't easy to lose
what you'd want to exist forever...
 
Chorus(x2):
 
I learnt to listen
and I want you more
to tell me trurly that the clouds are gone.
I learnt to hope
I learnt to believe
that without love, we're going nowhere!...
 

Looking for your love

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

Atamishqui or Salavina

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

The natural spring

Since I knew how to love I guessed
that God had created you for me.
Since you were seen on the same way where I went through
being sure I was going to find you, I looked for you.
 
Surrendered at your soles I understood
that my soul was in front of you,
I loved you from the moment I saw you
I love you and while I live I will love you.
 
As the stream returned to the natural spring
the waters of the sea will never come out,
it is the destiny that God gave us:
that our souls will not separate from each other.
 
The sea can indeed run between both of us,
the sea can indeed burn between the two,
our souls can indeed not exist,
but our love shall never die!
 
It is the destiny that God gave us,
that our souls will not separate from each other.
 

Santiagueña evocation

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

Sacherita

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

On the road to Villa Nueva

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

So as to name you wherever

In!
 
It's over!
 
Good!
 

I suffer without you

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

For love

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

Peasant Christmas carol

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

What a beautiful dream I dreamed

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

Gone times

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

Happy hearts

Happy hearts!
 

Chacarera for my return

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

Santiago del Estero

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

Only the quebracho wept

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

101 Dalmatians - Cruella De Vil

Cruella De Vil
Cruella De Vil
If she doesn't scare you
No evil thing will
To see her is to take a sudden chill
Cruella, Cruella
She's like a spider waiting for the kill
Look out for Cruella De Vil
 
At first you think Cruella is a devil
But after time has worn away the shock
You come to realize
You've seen her kind of eyes
Watching you from underneath a rock
 
This vampire bat, this inhuman beast
She ought to be locked up and never released
The world was such a wholesome place until
Cruella, Cruella De Vil
 

Come and take me into Your arms

You've delivered me from all evil, for You're good God
You've healed my chest wound
And by Your great love, You gave me grace and forgiveness
You've rescued me from burdens and sin.
 
/: Come and take me into Your arms,
Deliver me from the evil depth
Take me to the house in the stars
For You're good and great God! : /
 
You've watched over me, as child, and protected my heart
You made it to be just Yours
That's why, today I'm singing to You, in white garments
Today, I made forever a Covenant with God.
 
Today I'm washed by Jesus, the eye of glory from above
I give all my being in His hand
Here, I openly declare everyone my Savior
I confess my belief through Baptism.
 

Both quiet (from The Noh Mask Murders)

'Surely because I loved you too much'
 
It's innocent the finger that arranges the fallen petals
In the back of time saying 'goodbye'
 
Wanting to kill you is sad because I loved you too much
 
Sleep with me, I'll give you an eternal hug
I wish you good dreams. The night cherry blossoms
Make the brief dreams merry
 
To take off the clothes of the pale dragonfly of happiness
I want to show my way of life that tried the coldness
 
Because I've been so sad that I even yearned for you
 
Sleep with me, if in the new moon you sleep in my pillow
Your soul will become a reborn phoenix
A heaven river with a momentary flash of light​
 
Wanting to kill you is sad because I loved you too much
 
Sleep with me, I'll get close to fate
Push your completely cold palm against my chest
Warm up
 
Sleep with me, I'll give you an eternal hug
I wish you good dreams. The night cherry blossoms
Make the brief dreams merry
 

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Eien

Sarigenai shi ku sakara
Ai o hagaatte mitte mo
Kokoro tooku kanjiru no
Oikakette mitte mo oikakeru hodo ni
Watashi no te no hiira kara suri nu kette iku
Mujaki ii na... Anata...
 
Nigini shimeru to kowae te shimau
Dara sutama mitai
anata to watashi no kankei wa
Dakara ma koe to kakushi ta ku naru
Mirai ei go itsumademo
Soba ni ira masu yo ni...
 
Kokoro mo to mitsu ka shite
Sugo sugo to bekitta nara
Kimochi tonari shinjiru no
Tonari ni nemuru anata no ikizukai
Hitori chime shite mo iino subete ga
itto o shiku kanjitte... iru yo...
 
Nigini shimeru to kowae te shimau
Dara sutama mitai
anata to watashi no kankei wa
Omoi dake ga kara mawaatte
Tsutaeta ii hatsuno koko ba ga...
Modo kashi ku ki iru no...
 
Aishiteru to mahouka ke te
Kureta hikara
Yowabu shiina watashi tsuyoku nareta
Subete nori koette keru yo...
Zutto...
 
Nigini shimeru to kowae tte shimau
Dara sutama mitai
anata to watashi no kankei wa
Hibi o kasamete ii ku tabi
Anata ni motto koishite ku
Onaji keshii o mitsu mitai
 
Onaji sokunode isho ni
aruite itai n da
Anata no kiyoku do no PEEJI ni mo
Watashi no yuushon sai ga
Izama ira masu yo ni
Soba ni ira masu yo ni...
 
Sarigenai shi ku sakara
Ai o kanjite kitano
Kokoro shikaku kanjiteru...
itsumo...
 

Amazing Grace (Wonderful Sustenance)

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see,
 
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see...
 
I am wandering along
So very tired as I go in life
This goodness that he speaks of
I go to a lifetime to come
 
The goodness is within my heart
With this strength we will go on
The truth is here for us
That hour strikes now
 
For one so much to withstand and endure
Amongst the longing desires
There is goodness in my life
Such a wonderful sustenance
 
Wishing since the beginning to speak
Soon you will be coming
In The Great Spirit's glory
He will keep my life
 
The Great Spirit says it, so let it be
The Great Spirit speaks of it
The Great Spirit says it, so let it be
The Great Spirit speaks of it, Amen.
 

Angel

All that I want to do now
is to hold your hand
melt into the six o’clock sunset
walking in the wind
 
In the sky the golden world
is the hometown in my heart
When I wander away alone
it is always shining on me
 
So I love you in the nighttime breeze
your delighted face
I love the broadness of this world
the present sky
 
Only you can truly understand
my silence in the wind
 
Sometimes I am depressed
still anxious and stressed
That’s the turbulent times
Some pains can never be solved
 
You are the beautiful angel
offer the silence company
give my worried heart
joy and peace
 
Only you can truly understand
my silence in the wind
 
by myy

Today the Beast Dines at Home

I have invited the beast to dinner at home.
I have put out the best tablecloth, the most expensive cutlery.
He is punctual, very formal, he has a silver-plated nose.
His smile tells me that he has already sold his soul.
 
You speak with tact like you do from the dais.
Your private school rhetoric is a crowning achievement.
The part in your hair is perfect, you learned that in kindergarten.
You're the second course, a real catch.
 
Meow, meow, meow,
Sounds in my head,
Your words are hollow.
Meow, meow,
Your jokes crack me up,
I laugh with my mouth full.
You speak to me fearfully,
So handsome, so naked
So creepy, so second-best.
 
If you are so brave, lend me your belly,
Sell me your sisters' children
Let me drink a little of your blood.
Take out your eyes, rent me your flesh.
 
Meow, meow, meow,
Sounds in my head,
Your words are hollow.
Meow, meow,
Your jokes crack me up,
I laugh with my mouth full.
You speak to me fearfully,
So handsome, so naked
So creepy, so secondary.(x2)
 
Meow, meow, meow,
Sounds in my head,
Your words are hollow.
Meow, meow,
Your jokes crack me up,
I laugh with my mouth full.
You speak to me fearfully,
So handsome, so naked
So creepy, so secondary.(x2)
 

Crying Eyes

Down in Piraeus,
at Kaminia¹.
Poverty, good heart,
but also nagging.
One night I gathered
the buddies
and came secretly,
my old longing
to tell you.
 
(Refrain)
Crying eyes,
complaining,
without love and pain
nobody lives.
Crying eyes,
take me too,
take me now, to travel
the world together.
 
Down in Piraeus,
at the pier.
I wanted to die,
for the name of the saint.
But I mustered my patience
and courage
and I came secretly,
my old longing
to tell you.
 

If I could

I am dying in this loneliness
I don't understand the necessity
Why are you attacking me without mercy
If I can't stop missing you
Where is your sensibility?
Where did the love that isn't here anymore go?
I've wandered though all the city
And I can't stop missing you
 
Where did you go?
Where is that heart
That I've stolen once?
I don't even know anymore
All that you have promised me
You left me so hurt
on the ground, destroyed
 
If I could not miss you not even for a day more
If I could hide the much that it hurts
or if someone could take your place
and someone could dry my crying
for me to not go back
 
(Wisin)
the pain clothes me
I swear I feel fear
thinking that with you there is no more connection
What a bitter taste not feeling your sweat
there is too much pressure in the room, my heart explodes
I close my eyes and I see you
And I want you more and more
but the house continues to be empty and I can't believe it
I am going crazy, I am blocked, and I continue in this conspiracy
I want to forget about you, but I am fighting the memory of you
 
If I could not miss you not even for a day more
If I could hide the much that it hurts
or if someone could take your place
and someone could dry my crying
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much
 
How do I forget about you
If I can barely get used without you here
Just tell me how do I rip you off from inside me
If I only need to have you close to me
 
(Wisin)
Why do you treat me like that?
If I lived for you
You forgot what I gave you
I am slowly dying
The worse thing is that I love you
I miss you and I was such a gentleman
I don't know what I have
But I continue standing
I feel I am without defense
All day long I think about you
I find myself in a journey
And I don't know if I am coming or going
I keep trying to go on walking
But I think of you and I stop
 
If I could not miss you not even for a day more
If I could hide the much that it hurts
or if someone could take your place
and someone could dry my crying
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much
 
If I could not miss you not even for a day more
If I could hide the much that it hurts
or if someone could take your place
and someone could dry my crying
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much
 

Célimène

It's been two months
and I still can't get over it.
Wondering if I'm dreaming.
This is all too good for me.
Picture a chick,
the prettiest in the country
and the most enraptured too.
 
She's all that - Célimène
and even more - Célimène
and it's for me - Célimène
that she's all that - Célimène
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène1
 
Me, I'm completely crazy
and that craziness is life
since I'm head over heels
and she's beautiful as life.
 
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
They said 'she's a nasty piece of work'
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
'you'll soon tire of her'
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
'she'll burn through all your money'
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
 
But when we met
I was totally broke,
and yet she agreed
to a date with me.
And when we met
we danced all night
We couldn't stop
even when the music did.
 
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
We spend our days kissing
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
She never has enough of love
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
And then we fall asleep in each other's arms
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
 
Yeah!
 
And that's it!
And that's it!
 
Now I'm the pariah of the land
They all envy me.
Seeing us drives them crazy.
They've always been madly in love
with the pretty Célimène.
But she leads them up the garden path.
She's all that - Célimène
and even more - Célimène
and it's for me - Célimène
that she's all that - Célimène
 
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
We spend our days kissing
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
She never has enough of love
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
And then we fall asleep in each other's arms
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
and wake up and do it again
Cé - Cé - Cé - Célimène
 

• 1. that sounds like 'c'est l'hymen' (this is marriage/love)

Little Creole Santiagueña

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

Wound

Such a love is enough
All this advice is enough
They only want to make states
Of the insults of the heart.
 
And if I plunge the knife
Only with a fist
It will be from my own hand,
the wound.
 
All this compassion is enough
So many words of the soul
I will lift up so many years
To the limit across the country.
 
And if I plunge the knife
Only with a fist
It will be from my own hand,
the wound.
 
All these all-nighters are enough
So many unwise sorrows
I have had enough of fairytales
And all the anger has busted out.
 
Only I will have the knife
Only with a fist
It will only be from my own hand,
the wound.
 
And if I plunge the knife
Only with a fist
It will be from my own hand,
the wound.
 
Only I will have the knife
Only with a fist
It will only be from my own hand,
the wound.
 
-Βασιλική Οικονομοπούλου