Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) ((aka Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (Bob Dylan) - 1963))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton
First release by: Paul Clayton - 1960

Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien (Hugues Aufray)
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)



Ain't no use to sit and cry now darling
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

It's hard to keep from thinking bout last summer
We used to be together everywhere
Remember how we walked along the sidewalk
We'd stop, I'd buy a ribbon for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

So now I walk alone along the sidewalk
But somehow things are not the same there
I see the places that we saw together
The shop that sold the ribbons for your hair

Ain't no use to sit and sigh now darling
And there ain't no use to sit and cryin' now
I can't help but wonder just a little
Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?

Wonder who's gonna buy you ribbons when I'm gone?...

Corrido De Pancho Villa
(Tradicional)
Performer(s): Victor Jara



Fui soldado de Francisco Villa
de aquel hombre de fama inmortal
que aunque estuvo sentado en la silla
no envidiara la presidencial

Ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando aquel tiempo inmortal
ay, ay
ahora vivo alla por la orilla
recordando a Villa alla por Parral

Yo fui uno de aquellos dorados
que con tiempo llego a ser mayor
en la lucha quedamos lisiados
defendiendo la patria y honor

Hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
que peleamos con el invasor
ay, ay
hoy recuerdo los tiempos pasados
de aquellos dorados que yo fui mayor

Mi caballo que tanto montaba
en Jimenez la muerte alcanzo
una bala que a mi me tocaba
a su cuerpo se le atraveso

Al morir de dolor relinchaba
por la patria la vida entrego
ay, ay
al morir de dolor relinchaba
como le lloraba cuando se murio

Pancho Villa te llevo grabado
en mi mente y en mi corazon
y aunque a veces me vi derrotado
por las fuerzas de Alvaro Obregon
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
hasta el fin de la revolucion
ay, ay
siempre anduve como fiel soldado
que tanto ha luchado al pie del cañon

Runnin' With The Devil
Composer(s): Michael Anthony; David Lee Roth; 
Alex Van Halen; Eddie Van Halen
Performer(s): Van Halen;
and various other artists



Yeah, Yeah!
Ah, yeah!

I live my life like there's no tomorrow
and all I've got, I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills

Oooh, yeah
(Ahh!) Runnin' with the devil (Ahh-hah! Yeah!)
(Woo-hoo-oo!) Runnin' with the devil
I'm gonna tell ya all about it

I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah-ah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(God damn it lady. You know I ain't lyin' to ya)
(I'm only gonna tell you one time-ya!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Yes I am! Yeah!)

Woo!

Woo!

You know I, I found the simple life
Weren't so simple, no
When I jumped out, on that road
Got no love, no love you'd call real
Got nobody, waitin' at home

(Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Hold on. Hold on, I'm runnin'! Ah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Uh! Uh! Come on, one more time)

(Ha-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Oh, yeah! Ya-yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Woo! Woo!)
Runnin' with the devil
(Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-ha, yeah! Ah-hah, yeah!)
Runnin' with the devil (Woo!)

There's No Living Without Your Loving
((Italian Version: Lo Stesso Giorno La Stessa Ora (I Camaleonti) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jerry Harris - Paul Kaufman
First release by: Gene Pitney - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

If I can't love you till the day I die
Then baby, oh baby, what good am I?
If I can't reach out & know that you'll be there
Then this ol' world ain't spinnin' anywhere

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

And I wouldn't want to live my life through
Knowing in my heart I never will have you
Oh, if I can't hold you & kiss you anymore
Then what on earth am I living for?

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Oh I love you too much
Oh much much too much
Oh baby

There's no living without your loving
Without the magic of your tender touch
There's no living without your loving, baby
I love you too much

Corrido De Mazatlán
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez



Hoy que el destino me trajo hasta esta tierra
donde el pacífico es algo sin igual
es necesario que suene la guitarra
para cantarle un corrido a Mazatlán

Yo sé que debo cantar con todo el alma
para esta gente que es puro corazón
a ver si llega mi canto a la montaña
y hasta en el faro se escucha mi canción

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el grna orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Esas mujeres que tienen por mujeres
ante las rosas las pueden comparar
porque el aroma que tienen los claveles
lo tienen ellas y ienen algo más

Y de sus hombre pos'que podría decirles
que son amigos y nobles en verdad
y sin que olviden sus típicas arañas
que lindo es todo lo que hay en Mazatlán

Ay que bonito paseo del Centenario
ay que bonita también su catedral
aquí hasta un pobre se siente millonario
aquí la vida se pasa sin llorar

Yo soy fuereño
nací de aquí muy lejos
y sin embargo les digo en mi cantar
que tienen todos ustedes un orgullo
el gran orgullo de ser de Mazatlán

Running Up That Hill
Composer(s): Kate Bush
Performer(s): Kate Bush;
and various other artists



It doesn't hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me
Do you want to hear 'bout the deal that I'm making
You, you and me

Chorus

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You don't want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder
Ooh there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love
'Tell me we both matter don't we
You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with god
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could oh...

You
You and me
You and me won't be unhappy
C'mon baby c'mon darlin'
Let me steal this moment from you now
Cone on angel, c'mon, c'mon darling
Let's exchange the experience oh

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no ploblems.

And if I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems

There's No Hiding Place Down Here
Composer(s): A.P. Carter
Performer(s): The Carter Family; Deborah Robins & Larry Hanks



Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
Sister Mary, she wears a golden chain
On every link there's Jesus name
There's no hiding place down here

There's no hiding place down ground
There's no hiding place down ground
Well, I run to the rocks and I hide my face
The rocks cried out, No hiding place
There's no hiding place down here

I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll pitch tent on the old camp ground
I'll give old Satan old more round
There's no hiding place down here

Oh, the devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil, he wears a hypocrite's shoe
The devil wears hypocrite's shoe
If you don't watch, he'll slip it on you
There's no hiding place down here

Corrèque Et Réguyer
Composer(s): M. Hély; Paul Maye
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Le grand Totor qu'est en ménage avec Totoche
Qui la filoche
Et la défend
C'est pas un mec à la mie d'pain, poisse à la manque
Qui fait sa planque
Comme un feignant
Comme un chef d'administration
Il organise la production
Le nécessaire et l'superflu
Tout est réglé, tout est prévu
Pendant les heur's d'exploitation
C'est pas un homme', c'est un démon
Mais, en dehors de ses fonctions
C'est pas un homme, c'est un mouton

Après l'boulot, si qu'elle veut faire des heures en plus
C'est son affaire et dans l'fond ça n'le r'garde plus
Comm' dit Totor, ça m'fait pas tort
Pour l'argent qu'ell' gagne au-dehors
On est d'accord, comm' dit Totor
Faut pas s'conduire comme un butor
Comm' dit Totor, j'y laisse le droit d'la dépenser
À volonté, d'la ramasser ou d'la placer
De s'tuyauter, d'boursicoter
D'ach'ter d'la rente ou du foncier
En suivant les cours financiers
Des charbonnages ou des aciers
J'ai pas l'droit d'y fourrer mon nez
Corrèque... Et Réguyer!

Pendant qu'les autres vont jouer l'pastis à la belote
Avec les potes
Dans les bistros
Totor contrôl' tout c'que la Totoche lui raconte
Et fait des comptes
Dans son bureau
Pour le resquillage et l'boni
Avant qu'elle parle il a compris
Y a rien à chiquer avec lui
C'est pas un homme, c'est un taxi
À moins d'erreur ou d'omission
À la première contestation
La machine à coller des j'tons
Est prête pour la distribution

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss'faire, on est foutu
Comm' dit Totor: Il faut d'abord, quand ça n'va plus
Y aller d'autor et taper fort
Mais un' fois qu'on a fait du sport
Comm' dit Totor, ce s'rait un tort
Que de s'conduir' comme un butor
Quand qu'c'est réglé, à quoi qu'ça sert d'êtr' rancunier
Comm' dit Totor, un' fois qu'il a la main tournée
Il lui coll' du taff'tas gommé
Et lui dit pour la consoler:
Blessée en servic' commandé
C'est un accident du métier...
Demain, t'iras pas travailler
Corrèque Et Réguyer!

Et malgré ça, y a des jours où qu' la môm' Totoche
Fait sa caboche
Et r'prend l'dessus
Ça fait qu'un soir a s'est fait voir avec Tatave
Et c'qu'est l'plus grave
Totor l'a su!
Comm' dit Totor, qu'on soy' bourgeois
Barbeau, prince ou n'importe quoi
Chacun son bien, chacun son dû
Sans ça la morale est foutue
C'qui fait qu'en sortant du restaur'
Tatav' s'est trouvé d'vant Totor
Qui y a dit, les yeux dans les yeux
On va régler ça tous les deux

Dans les affair's, quand on s'laiss' faire, on est foutu
Mais l'môm' Tatav' y a dit: Totor, j'te comprends pus
J'te jure, Totor, t'est dans mon tort
Avec la môm' j'ai pas d'remords
On est d'accord, et quand on a sort
J'y r'fil' cent ball's dans l'collidor
Alors Totor y a dit: j'ai rien à te r'procher
Tu vois, mon pot', si tu m'avais pas renseigné
On s'rait en train d's'entrelarder
Mais moi, j'pouvais pas l'deviner
Vu qu'a m'a jamais rien donné
Final'ment tu peux t'en aller
Mais c'est ell' qui va dérouiller
Corrèque Et Réguyer!

Running Scared
Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson
First recording/First release by: Roy Orbison With Bob Moore's Orch. & Chorus - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Just running scared each place we go
So afraid that he might show
Yeah, running scared, what would I do
If he came back and wanted you

Just running scared, feeling low
Running scared, you love him so
Just running scared, afraid to lose
If he came back which one would you choose

Then all at once he was standing there
So sure of himself, his head in the air
My heart was breaking, which one would it be 
You turned around and walked away with me

There's No Easy Way
Composer(s): Barry Mann
Performer(s): James Ingram
and multiple other artists



I held her close to me
‘Cause I knew she’d break so easily
And then I told her
But I knew no matter how I tried to console her

She’d just do the best she could
But there are times the best is no damn good
And no matter how you try to be kind
There’s always still a part of you you leave behind

When it falls apart
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

I lied and told her she’d be fine
Though we both knew that it was just a line
I had to do it
‘Cause I’d have said anything to help me get through it

Then she reached out for my hand
And her simple touch was more than I could stand
And I had to turn away ‘cause I knew
All the hurt that she was feeling I was feeling too

‘Cause when it falls apart
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

She could’ve gotten angry and made me feel like a guilty child
But I realized that never was her style
I wanted her to hurt me and not treat me like a friend
I wanted her to say there’d be some day
I’d come crawling on my knees to ask her back again
But she acted like a lady till the end
Oh, what a lady

I thought that she’d break down
But she smiled at me and never made a sound
And I guess understood in her way
‘Cause her silence told me everything she could not say

When it falls apart
Well, there’s just no easy way 
There’s just no easy way
There’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart

Corrente
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Eu hoje fiz um samba bem pra frente
Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho

Eu acho que o meu samba é uma corrente
E coerentemente assino embaixo

Hoje é preciso refletir um pouco
E ver que o samba está tomando jeito

Só mesmo embriagado ou muito louco
Pra contestar e pra botar defeito

Precisa ser muito sincero e claro
Pra confessar que andei sambando errado

Talvez precise até tomar na cara
Pra ver que o samba está bem melhorado

Tem mas é que ser bem cara de tacho
Não ver a multidão sambar contente

Isso me deixa triste e cabisbaixo
Por isso eu fiz um samba bem pra frente

Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho
Eu acho que o meu samba é uma corrente

E coerentemente assino embaixo
Hoje é preciso refletir um pouco

E ver que o samba está tomando jeito
Só mesmo embriagado ou muito louco

Pra contestar e pra botar defeito
Precisa ser muito sincero e claro

Pra confessar que andei sambando errado
Talvez precise até tomar na cara

Pra ver que o samba está bem melhorado
Tem mas é que ser bem cara de tacho

Não ver a multidão sambar contente
Isso me deixa triste e cabisbaixo

Por isso eu fiz um samba bem pra frente
Dizendo realmente o que é que eu acho

Running On Empty
Composer(s): Jackson Browne
Performer(s): Jackson Browne



Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by
like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind

A Man Chases A Girl (Until She Catches Him)
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Donald O'Connor & Marilyn Monroe



A man chases a girl until she catches him
He runs after a girl until he's caught

He fishes for a girl until she's landed him
It all comes out exactly the way she thought

Uncertain, he tags along behind
Uncertain, till she makes up his mind

A man chases a girl until she catches him
But don't run too fast while you are saying "No"
And once you've caught him don't ever let him go

Corporal Clegg 
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1968



Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg 
He won it in the war, in 1944 
Corporal Clegg had a medal too 
In orange, red, and blue 
He found it in the zoo
Dear, dear were they really sad for me? 
Dear, dear will they really laugh at me? 
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain 
He's never been the same 
No one is to blame 
Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream 
From Her Majesty the queen 
His boots were very clean
Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him 
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin

Running Man
Composer(s): Gerry Marsden
Performer(s): Gerry & The Pacemakers



Ahhh...
Ahh...ahh...ah...

I've travelled the la-and
With a guitar in my hand
And am I ever open for some fun
And I've made some mista-akes
Had my share of the breaks
Seen the boys on the make and on the run

And I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home

And I've seen all the frow-owns
On the faces of the clowns
And the downs that they take just to be free
And I've seen all the gir-irls
In their pretty frocks and curls
But they don't mean a lot to me

So I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for ho-home
Home...

And I've been to the pla-aces
In tow-own, where the fa-aces
Hang 'round just to stare at each other
And I moon with them
Screamed out, their rude,
Behaved like a baphoo-oon
But I soon discovered

And I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home (hey)
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
I run for home, run as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, a runnin' man, runnin' for home
Runnin' for ho-o-o-ome
Ru-unnin' for-or home

There's No Business Like Show Business
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First performance by: William O'Neal, Marty May, Ray Middleton and Ethel Merman
Covered by multiple other artists



The costumes, the scenery, the makeup, the props
The audience that lifts you when you're down
The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops
The sheriff who escorts you out of town
The opening when your heart beats like a drum
The closing when the customers won't come

There's no business like show business
Like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Everything the traffic will allow
No where could you have that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra bow
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you opened and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star
Let's go on with the show
There's no business like show business
If you tell me it's so
Traveling through the country is so thrilling
Standing out in front on opening nights
Smiling as you watch the benches filling
And see your billing up there in lights

There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold
You may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn't trade it for a sack o' gold
Let's go on with the show
Let's go on with the show!

Corpo E Alma
((Adapted from: Bridge Over Troubled Water (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1970))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Kledir Ramil
Performer(s): Kleiton & Kledir - 1983

Versions In Other Languages:
1970 - Comme Un Pont Sur L'eau Trouble (Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Il Ponte (Flora Fauna Cemento)
1971 - Silta Yli Synkän Virran (Kirka)
1975 - Geh' Mit Mir Durch Den Regenbogen (Peter Horton)
1976 - Most Pres Rozbourené Vody (Helena Vondrácková)
1999 - Ponte Sobre As Águas Turvas (Trio Esperança)



Quando eu era assim
Bem menor
Não tive afim, sei lá
De pensar em nós
Agora eu sei e entendo melhor
Vidente eu li no céu
Vai por mim, somos corpo e alma
Meu irmão, meu par

Quando a solidão
Se enredar em ti
E o coração dançar
Conta comigo
Eu quero estar, viu
A teu lado
E haja o que houver
Junto a ti, feito corpo e alma
Meu irmão, meu par

Sei que a vida vai aprontar
E o que vier, azar
A dois é fácil segurar
Se Deus deixar, viu
Meu amigo
Vou sempre estar aqui
Junto a ti, feito corpo e alma
Meu irmão, meu par

Running Gun
Composer(s): Jim Glaser; Tompall Glaser
Performer(s): Marty Robins; Riders in the Sky



I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico
I was running, dodging danger
left the girl that I loved so
Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned
Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned

Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head
Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead
Couldn't stand it any longer with the life that I'd begun
So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun

I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west
My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best
As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go
Said I'd send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico

I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground
When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around
Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law
Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw

I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore its path
As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away
And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day

Now a crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim
And my thoughts return to Jeannie and the home that we had planned
Oh, please tell her, won't you Mister, that she's still the only one
But a woman's love is wasted when she loves a running gun

There's No Boat Like A Rowboat
Composer(s): Irving Gordon
Performer(s): Perry Como



Oh, there's no boat like a rowboat
for row, row romance an' love...

Hearts will skip an' they'll miss
as we kiss in the dark
Oh what love we can make
on a lake in the park

It's an ocean of devotion
a floating dream for two...

Oh, I keep hopin' that
the oars will stray
so we could drift forever
and a day!

'Cause, there's no boat like a rowboat
it's row, row rosy
for row, row romance
in a row, row, rowboat with you!

(Don't wanna steam boat!)
that's not my dreamboat
(Don't wanna sail boat!)
or a whale boat!
(Don't wanna tug boat, a chug-a-lug boat!)
or an ocean liner
on it's way to China!

Oh, there's no boat like a rowboat
for row, row romance an' love...

It's an ocean of devotion
a floating dream for two...

'Cause, there's no boat like a rowboat
in a row, row rowboat with you!

(Hearts could skip an' they'll miss
as we kiss in the dark)
Oh what love we can make
in the lake in the park

(It's an ocean of devotion
a floating dream for two...)

Oh, I keep hoping that
the oars will stray
so we could drift forever
and a day!

'Cause, there's no boat like a rowboat
it's row, row rosy
for row, row romance
in a row, row, rowboat with you!

Corona De Espinas
Composer(s): A. Segura; A. Algueró
Performer(s): Raphael



Una corona de espinas
Se clava en mí lentamente
Y ha sido una mano amiga
La que la puso aquí en mi frente
Pero por ser corona de rey
De todos los sufrimientos
Perdono de buena ley
La mano que la haya puesto
Cada espina una mentira
Que te llegaste a creer
Y cuando yo te pedía agua
Tú me diste hiel
Ya me has convertido en humo
Que la nube va a perderse
Porque yo vine a este mundo
Nada más para quererte
Él que mi reino envidiaba
Porque mi reino eras tú
Esa corona clavaba
Y tú ponías la cruz
Te diste prisa en juzgarme
Creyendo todo con creces
Y me engañaste tres veces
Y no quisiste escucharme
Ni un amigo siquiera
Que no me diera de lado
Y se lavara las manos
Como Pilatos hiciera
Pero yo no te he engañado
Tengo mis brazos abiertos
Que desclavar es sangrando
Y te abrazaran en los sueños
Pero llegará Semana Santa
Y con él iras del brazo
Mantilla negra y rosario
Paso lento, seria cara
Y tal vez en cualquier calle
Te dará un salto la sangre
Escuchando esta saeta
Sin que te la cante nadie
"Vino al mundo para amarte
Y por ti diera la vida
Pero tú le clavaste
Una corona de espinas"