Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sob Medida Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Simone and multiple other artists
Se você crê em Deus Erga as mão para os déus E agradeça Quando me cobiçou Sem querer acertou Na cabeça Eu sou sua alma gêmea Sou sua fêmea Seu par, sua irmã Eu sou seu incesto (seu jeito, seu gesto) Sou perfeita porque Igualzinha a você Eu não presto Eu não presto
Traiçoeira e vulgar Sou sem nome e sem lar Sou aquela Eu sou filha da rua Eu sou cria da sua Costela Sou bandida Sou solta na vida E sob medida Pros carinhos seus Meu amigo Se ajeite comigo E dê graças a Deus
Se você crê em Deus Encaminhe pros céus Uma prece E agraceça ao Senhor Você tem o amor Que merece
Preguntas ... Preguntas Composer(s): Lolita de la Colina Performer(s): Raphael
Preguntas que de dónde vengo Cuando llego tarde Preguntas... preguntas Preguntas que por qué de noche Mi piel ya no arde Preguntas... preguntas Y mi respuesta es la misma de ayer ¡Ay! cariño mío Es privilegio muy mío, mujer Llegar tarde y además con frío Preguntas que por qué mis ropas Huelen tan distinto Preguntas... preguntas Preguntas que por qué los labios Ya no te despinto Preguntas... preguntas Y mi respuesta es la misma de ayer Estoy seguro Es privilegio muy mío, mujer Cambiar de olor sin más apuro Preguntas que si no te quiero Lo mismo que antes Preguntas... pa' qué preguntas Preguntas que si tengo una Dos o tres amantes Preguntas... preguntas Y mi respuesta es la misma de ayer A ti ya ni te extraña Es privilegio muy mío, mujer Engañar a quien... a quien me engaña Preguntas... preguntas Preguntas... pa' qué preguntas Y me preguntas, preguntas, preguntas...
Reggae O.K. Composer(s): Jim Pembroke - Olli Ojala First performance by: Riki Sorsa - 1981
Reggae O.K. Ja jos ei kaikille viel tuttu silti koko ajan paalla Reggae O.K. No niin rastat kun kundit kulmilla Tata biittia pitaa jo omanaan
Ja mantti joka sanoo kiitti mulle riitti Reggae O.K. Taa rytmi menee tajuntaan se soundi on kuin pommi Reggae O.K. Sen opit kylla tosta vaan se tuttu on kuin rommi Reggae O.K.
Ja jos kiinnostaa taa meno nyt Niin nauti siita kunnes menehdyt Ja kohta sakin sanot taa biitti mulle kiitti Reggae O.K.
Reggae O.K. Reggae
Taa rytmi menee tajuntaan se soundi on kuin pommi Reggae O.K. Sen opit kylla tosta vaan se tuttu on kuin rommi Reggae O.K.
Ja jos kiinnostaa taa meno nyt Niin nauti siita kunnes lakahdyt Ja kohta sakin sanot taa biitti mulle kiitti Reggae O.K., Reggae O.K. Reggae O.K., Reggae O.K.
Pregunta A Pregunta Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael
Dime papá, ¿Por qué se secan las flores? ¿De dónde vienen las lluvias? ¿Y por qué sale la luna Cuando me voy a acostar? Dime papá, ¿Dónde va el sol por la noche? Y esas estrellas que brillan ¿Dónde se esconden de día? Que no las veo jamás Y así, pregunta a pregunta Y así sin fin preguntando Se fue quedando dormido en mis brazos Dime papá, ¿Por qué sale el arco iris? ¿Y por qué ladran los perros? ¿Por qué esa furia del viento Que no deja de silbar? Dime papá, ¿Quién pinta blanca la nieve? ¿Quién hizo así la mañana? ¿Por qué los pájaros cantan Y no paran de cantar?
So Young Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones
I met her in a movie house, she was playin' the arcades And posing with her hang hair down, lookin' a little bit unmade She spoke in broken English, I replied in broken French 'Come and share my popcorn, it's not a federal offense
She's so young, God help me, she's so young
Her skin was kind of pudgy, got spots all on her face From wearin' too much makeup, and she wasn't walkin' straight She drove her daddy's car, she got a genuine teenage drag She always find a popper, to be hidden in her stash
She's so young, God help me, she's so young So young, so young So young, so young
She ain't never gonna steal my heart away I might not get it back! She's so young
Well I took her down to Barney's, bought her a brand new set of boots She tried 'em in my arms, and's lookin' terminally cute I tried to take it easy, put my dick back on a leash If I see big trouble comin', I'm gonna beat a quick retreat
She's so young, God help me, she's so young So young, so young So young, so young
She ain't never gonna steal my heart away I might not get it back She's so young, yeah So young, so young So young, so young She ain't never gonna steal my heart away I might not get it back Yeah, she's so young
So young, so young So young I ain't never gonna give my heart away I might not get it back She's so young, so young So young I ain't never gonna give my heart away I might not get it back
Krøller Eller Ej Composer(s): Tommy Seebach - Keld Heick First performance by: Debbie Cameron & Tommy Seebach - 1981
Jeg har en søn På to Med store lyse krøller Jeg har en dreng På tre Med store brune øjne Jamen, jeg har bare én mer' end du har Okay, måske, men igen er bedre end min For han er bare helt speciel Hvis jeg må si' det selv
Krøller eller ej - vi elsker vores børn Brune øjne eller ej - vi elsker jeres børn For en ting er givet Vi håber alle på At de må få De ting, de ønsker sig Om de fire eller tres Har krøller eller ej
For en ting er givet Vi håber alle på At de må få De ting, de ønsker sig Om de fire eller tres Har krøller eller ej
Længe leve alle børn Lyse krøller eller ej - vi elsker vores børn Brune øjne eller ej - vi elsker jeres børn For en ting er givet Vi håber alle på At de må få De ting, de ønsker sig Om de fire eller tres Har krøller eller ej
Preghiera In Gennaio Composer(s): Fabrizio de André Performer(s): Fabrizio de André
Lascia che sia fiorito Signore, il suo sentiero quando a te la sua anima e al mondo la sua pelle dovrà riconsegnare quando verrà al tuo cielo là dove in pieno giorno risplendono le stelle
Quando attraverserà l'ultimo vecchio ponte ai suicidi dirà baciandoli alla fronte venite in Paradiso là dove vado anch'io perché non c'è l'inferno nel mondo del buon Dio
Fate che giunga a Voi con le sue ossa stanche seguito da migliaia di quelle facce bianche fate che a voi ritorni fra i morti per oltraggio che al cielo ed alla terra mostrarono il coraggio
Signori benpensanti spero non vi dispiaccia se in cielo, in mezzo ai Santi Dio, fra le sue braccia soffocherà il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte
Dio di misericordia il tuo bel Paradiso lo hai fatto soprattutto per chi non ha sorriso per quelli che han vissuto con la coscienza pura l'inferno esiste solo per chi ne ha paura
Meglio di lui nessuno mai ti potrà indicare gli errori di noi tutti che puoi e vuoi salvare
Ascolta la sua voce che ormai canta nel vento Dio di misericordia vedrai, sarai contento Dio di misericordia vedrai, sarai contento
So You Win Again Composer(s): Russ Ballard Performer(s): Hot Chocolate
Just to admit one mistake That can be hard to take I know we've made them fall But only fools come back for more Being the fool I am I figured in all your plans, darling Your perfumed letters didn't say That you'd be leaving any day
So you win again, you win again Here I stand again, the loser And just for fun you took my love and run But love had just begun I can't refuse her But now I know that I'm the fool Who won your love to lose it all When you come back, you win again
And I'm not proud to say I let love slip away Now I'm the one who's crying I'm a fool there's no denying When will my heartache end Will my whole life depend on fading memories You took the game this time with ease
So you win again, you win again Here I stand again, the loser And just for fun you took my love and run But love had just begun I can't refuse her But now I know that I'm the fool Who won your love to lose it all When you come back, you win again
When will my heartache end Will my whole life depend on fading memories You took the game this time with ease
So you win again, you win again Here I stand again, the loser And just for fun you took my love and run But love had just begun I can't refuse her But now I know that I'm the fool Who won your love to lose it all When you come back, you win again
Pregherò
(Adapted from: Stand By Me Father - 1960)
Composer(s): Sam Cooke - James Alexander - Don Backy
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano - 1965
Titles In Other Languages:
1961 - Stand By Me
1963 - Tu Croiras
1983 - Reste Ici
1984 - Jää Mun Luo
1989 - Op De Hoek Van De Straa
Pregherò per te che hai la notte nel cuor e se tu lo vorrai crederai Io lo so perché tu la fede non hai ma se tu lo vorrai crederai Non devi odiare il sole perché tu non puoi vederlo ma c'é ora splende su di noi, su di noi Dal castello del silenzio egli vede anche te e già sento che anche tu lo vedrai E chissà se lo vedrai solo con gli occhi miei ed il mondo la sua luce riavrà Io t'amo, t'amo, t'amo questo é il primo segno che da la tua fede nel Signor, nel Signor
Nidmeh shekvar karah nidmeh shekvar hayah Nidmeh shekvar ne'emru beneinu Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim laylah, laylah
Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah sh'hayah beneinu Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah she'amarnu shneinu Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim, laylah, laylah, she'amarnu shneinu
Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah shehayah bineyno Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah she'amarno shneyno Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim, laylah, laylah
Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah shehayah bineyno Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah she'amarno shneyno Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim, laylah, laylah, she'amarno shneyno
Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah shehayah bineyno Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah she'amarno shneyno Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim laylah, laylah
Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah shehayah bineyno Mah sh'hayah, mah sh'hayah she'amarno shneyno Kol hamilim, kol hatzlilim laylah, laylah
Me dice el corazón que no soy de este planeta que caí de algún cometa fuera de circulación O acaso sea un clon de algo así como un salvaje que articula algún lenguaje de una extraña dimensión Porque sucede que entro la fe y la felonía la herencia y la herejía la jaula y la jauría entra morir o matar prefiero, amor, amar prefiero amar, prefiero amar prefiero amor, amar También pudiera ser que me esté volviendo loco porque me pegó el siroco de la levedad del ser Y qué le voy a hacer si me falla alguna pieza por creer que la Belleza no se rindo ante el poder Porque sucede... Y puestos a elegir entro el oro y el Parnaso yo me pido ser payaso mago, acróbata o faquir O acaso un elixir con orgiásticas burbujas o la bola de las brujas donde sueña el porvenir Porque sucede...
So You Want to Be a Rock 'n' Roll Star Composer(s): Chris Hillman - Jim McGuinn Performer(s): The Byrds and multiple other artists
So you want to be a rock 'n' roll star? Then listen now to what I say Just get an electric guitar Then take some time and learn how to play And with your hair swung right And your pants too tight It's gonna be all right Then it's time to go downtown Where the agent man won't let you down Sell your soul to the company Who are waiting there to sell plastic ware And in a week or two If you make the charts The girls'll tear you apart
The price you paid for your riches and fame Was it all a strange game? You're a little insane The money, the fame, the public acclaim Don't forget what you are You're a rock 'n' roll star!
Predictable Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
Don't know why I'm even bothering (Predictable) Yeah, that's the mood I'm in Go out for a walk then I come back in (Predictable) Yeah, the mood that I'm in (Predictable) Every day of my life Can't even communicate with my wife (Predictable) That's the word of the year (Predictable) All I see, all I hear
Go to my office, sit at my desk Predictably just like all of the rest I sit and I dream about far away places Away from the people with frowns on their faces All of my life is monotony I'd go out for a walk but I know it would be (Predictable) Sure as the nose on my face (Predictable) Same for the whole human race
Once we (once we) had so many options Once we (once we) had dignity and grace Now we (now we) have got nothing but our own time to waste
(Predictable) Yeah, that's the word of the year (Predictable) All I see, all I hear Why can't it be like never before? (Predictable) Yeah, ain't life a bore (Predictable) Life gets more and more... Just like I've heard it all somewhere before (Predictable) Sure as the nose on my face (Predictable) Same for the whole human race
One day (one day) it's gonna get better some way (some way) I wish it would get worse any way (any way) What can I lose, it might turn into something better
It gets harder and harder the harder I try (Predictable) Feels like a good time to die I kiss you hello then I kiss you good-bye (Predictable) Just like the stain on my tie (Predictable) Just like the jacket I wear (Predictable) The way that I'm combing my hair Turn on the TV, just sit and stare (Predictable) There's nothing happening there
Yeah, that's the word of the year (Predictable) All I see, all I hear
Predicción De La Fiesta Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Enciende amigo tu alegría y tu hoguera que se acerca el tiempo de la vida Quemad, quememos las palabras antiguas las palabras del miedo y de la muerte
Y ven, mira que la fiesta empieza ven Sobre los muros, los estanques, las plazas sobre el viento y la roca escribiremos la poesía que asalte con payasos y pólvora la ciudad del agobio y la costumbre
Y ven, mira que la fiesta empieza ven Instituciones alambradas y leyes hombres de estado y otras antigüedades serán recuerdos, pesadillas lejanas que estudiará algún sabio bajo los árboles
So You Think You've Got Troubles Composer(s): Marvin Rainwater Performer(s): Marvin Rainwater
So you think you've got troubles The more you try the worse you get So you think the world don't like you Well brother, you ain't heard nothing yet
My car sounds like an old tin can My wife went off with another man And I strained a muscle of my fishing hand My income tax is due
Now I lost my money in a poker game And I think my left leg is a-goin' lame My brother asked if I'd change my name And that's what I think I'll do
My doctor told me not to smoke Drink nothing stronger than a coke I'm not even supposed to hear dirty jokes For I'd laugh and strain my heart I had every ailment known to man From the African mumps to a dishpan hands I lost every race that I ever ran
I didn't even get a start
So you think you've got troubles The more you try the worse you get So you think the world don't like you Well brother, you ain't heard nothing yet
Now some people call me a pessimist They say that I oughta make the best of this Well, maybe I am a pessimist That's something that I wouldn't know But one thing I do know, I'll tell you right now
I'm a-milkin' the wrong end of this old cow There's to many wrinkles in this boy's brow That stuff has got to go
So you think you've got troubles The more you try the worse you get So you think the world don't like you Well brother, you ain't heard nothing yet
So I put me a bar in the back of my car And drive myself to drink!
Precisamente, Tú Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael
Me dicen que has hablado mal de mi No lo comprendo Me dicen que tu has dicho no se que Me habran mentido Pues no concibo que seas tu Precisamente, tu
Tu, precisamente, tu De mi vas murmurando Tu, precisamente, tu Que tanto me has amado
Tu, que si el mundo me hubieses pedido Lo hubiera robado por dartelo a ti Y que si pena veia en tus ojos Hacia el payaso por verte reir
Tu, tu, tu, tu, precisamente, tu De mi vas murmurando Tu, precisamente, tu No puede ser verdad
Y aunque el sol y la luna me digan Que si que te oyeron de mi murmurar Yo dire que no, que es mentira Tu no puedes hablar mal de mi
Tu, que si el mundo me hubieses pedido Lo hubiera robado por dartelo a ti Y que si pena veia en tus ojos Hacia el payaso por verte reir
Tu, tu, tu, tu, precisamente, tu De mi vas murmurando Tu, precisamente, tu No puede ser verdad
Y aunque el sol y la luna me digan Que si que te oyeron de mi murmurar Yo dire que no, que es mentira Tu no puedes, tu no puedes Tu no debes hablar mal de mi
Johnny Blue First performance by: Lena Valaitis - 1981
Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, alle singen deine Lieder Blue Blue Blue Jhonny Blue, und die ganze Welt hört zu
Er wuchs auf ohne Freunde, denn keiner wollt'spielen mit einem der blind war wie er, und er saß meist zu Hause die Jungen dort draußen, die riefen bloß hinter ihm her
Sie riefen Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, welche Farbe hat die Sonne? Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue - Kinder können grausam sein
Auf der alten Gitarre, die ihm jemand schenkte da spielte er - sie war sein Freund, seine Lieder die klangen nach Hoffnung und Freude und manchmal als ob jemand weint
Und er sang Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue - und die Kinder hörten zu
Und bald spielte keiner so wie er seine Lieder, die gingen den Menschen ans Herz und er malte Farben aus Musik und vergaß all seinen Schmerz
Und bald kamen zehntausend zu seinen Konzerten denn er schenkte ihnen die Kraft an die Zukunft zu glauben im Dunkel des Lebens, er hatte es selber geschafft
Oh, Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, und sie kamen immer wieder Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, keiner spielt so schön wie du Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, alle singen deine Lieder Blue Blue Blue Johnny Blue, und die ganze Welt hört zu
Precious Love Composer(s): Bob Welch Performer(s): Bob Welch
You got those big dark eyes that flash at me, baby You got a head on your shoulders, you know what I mean You got legs so long like you could walk on air For you darlin', I'd go anywhere
(chorus) For your love, your precious love I'd do anything, yes I would I want your love, your precious love I've been too lonely too long
You got a kind of walk that's just so fine The way you fill those blue jeans baby, my my my Yes and when you smiled at me like you did just now All I want is just to get to you somehow
(repeat chorus)
Yeah those big dark eyes that flash at me It's just your precious love that I want, you to see
