Samba De Uma Nota Só
(English Version: One Note Samba - 1962)
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim; Newton Mendonça
First release by: João Gilberto - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists


Eis aqui este sambinha
Feito numa nota só
Outras notas vão entrar
Mas a base é uma só
Esta outra é consequência
Do que acabo de dizer
Como eu sou a consequência
Inevitável de você

Quanta gente existe por aí
Que fala tanto 
e não diz nada
Ou quase nada
Já me utilizei de toda a escala
E no final não sobrou nada
Não deu em nada

E voltei prá minha nota
Como eu volto prá você
Vou cantar com a minha nota
Como eu gosto de você
E quem quer todas as notas
Ré mi fá sol la si dó
Fica sempre sem nenhuma
Fique numa nota só

Jésus Bambino
(Adapted from: "4 Marzo 1943" - 1971)
Composer(s): Paola Pallottino; Lucio Dalla; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Dalida - 1971



Il parait que c'était un bel homme qui venait du large
Sachant comme personne parler d'amour aux femmes
Il offrit à Marie une bague de pacotille
Prit sa jeunesse et repartit sur les vagues

Sans comprendre elle resta dans la chambre d'avril à décembre
Avec sa robe courte de jour en jour plus courte
La fille ne savait pas grand choses des gens et des usages
Elle n'avait connu qu'un homme
L'homme d'un lointain rivage

Elle n'avait que seize ans quand l'enfant vint au monde
De taverne en taverne elle chantait à la ronde
Des refrains de bastringues en croyant que c'était des berceuses
Elle jouait à la Madone elle n'était pas malheureuse

Elle passait comme une ombre dans le faubourg de Rome
Se prenant pour la vierge
Que le ciel lui pardonne
De sa bible il n'est rien resté que l'enfant de la chance
Et que se nom qu'il porte comme une croix immense
Comme un fardeau aussi lourd que le monde posait sur son dos
Ce drôle de nom de baptême
Jésus Bambino
Comme un fardeau aussi lourd que le monde posait sur son dos
Ce drôle de nom de baptême Jésus Bambino

Samba De Orly
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Vai meu irmão
Pega esse avião
Você tem razão
De correr assim
Desse frio
Mas beija
O meu Rio de Janeiro
Antes que um aventureiro
Lance mão

Pede perdão
Pela duração Dessa temporada 
Mas não diga nada
Que me viu chorando
E pros da pesada
Diz que eu vou levando
Vê com é que anda
Aquela vida à toa
E se puder me manda
Uma notícia boa

Jesuous Ahatonhia (aka The Huron Indian Carol; 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time)
Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton



'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Samarcanda
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
First release by: Roberto Vecchioni - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



C'era una grande festa nella capitale
perché la guerra era finita
I soldati erano tornati tutti a casa e avevano gettato le divise
Per la strada si ballava e si beveva vino
i musicanti suonavano senza interruzione
Era primavera e le donne potevano, dopo tanti anni
riabbracciare i loro uomini 
All'alba furono spenti i falò
e fu proprio allora che tra la folla
per un momento, a un soldato parve di vedere
una donna vestita di nero
che lo guardava con occhi cattivi

Ridere ridere ridere ancora
ora la guerra paura non fa
brucian le divise dentro il fuoco la sera
brucia nella gola vino a sazietà
musica di tamburelli fino all'aurora
il soldato che tutta la notte ballò
vide tra la folla quella nera Signora
vide che cercava lui e si spaventò

"Salvami, salvami grande sovrano
fammi fuggire, fuggire di qua
alla parata lei mi stava vicino
e mi guardava con malignità"
"Dategli, dategli un animale
figlio del lampo, degno di un re
presto, più presto perché possa scappare
dategli la bestia più veloce che c'è"

"Corri cavallo, corri ti prego
fino a Samarcanda io ti guiderò
non ti fermare, vola ti prego
corri come il vento che mi salverò...
oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"

Fiumi poi campi poi l'alba era viola
bianche le torri che infine toccò
ma c'era tra la folla quella nera Signora
e stanco di fuggire la sua testa chinò
"Eri tra la gente nella capitale
so che mi guardavi con malignità
son scappato in mezzo ai grilli e alle cicale
son scappato via ma ti ritrovo qua!"

"Sbagli, ti inganni, ti sbagli soldato
io non ti guardavo con malignità
era solamente uno sguardo stupito
cosa ci facevi l'altro ieri là?
T'aspettavo qui per oggi a Samarcanda
eri lontanissimo due giorni fa
ho temuto che per aspettar la banda
non facessi in tempo ad arrivare qua"

Non è poi così lontano Samarcanda
corri cavallo, corri di là...
ho cantato insieme a te tutta la notte
corri come il vento che ci arriverà
"Oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"

Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring
(Adapted from: Jesu Bleibet Meine Freude - 1723)
Composer(s): Johann Sebastian Bach



Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright

Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life impassioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round Thy throne

Through the way where hope is guiding
Hark, what peaceful music rings

Where the flock in Thee confiding
Drink of joy from deathless springs

Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure
Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure
Thou dost ever lead Thine own
In the love of joys unknown

Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long
Composer(s): Milton Berle; Sam M. Lewis; Victor Young
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
and multiple other artists



Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street
Yes! I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet!
I'm not finding fault at all
You're too big and I'm too small
But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet

You made the coat and vest fit the best
You made the lining nice and strong
But Sam, you made the pants too long

You made the peak lapel look so swell
So who am I to say you're wrong?
But Sam, you made the pants too long

They got a belt and they got suspenders
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts and suspenders
When the pants are hanging over the shoes

You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees
The belt is where the tie belongs
'Cause Sam, Sam, Sam you made the pants too long!

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Composer(s): Eddie Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
and various other artists



It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year

It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings
And glad happy meetings when friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories
Of Christmases long, long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And hearts will be glowing, when loved ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year

Sam The Skull
Composer(s): Harry Hagan
Performer(s): Alastair McDonald



I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog

Well, I roam aroon doon Shettlestoon and they all know me by sight
“It’s the Skull! It’s the Skull!”, you can hear them yell
As they vanish in tae the night
The Polis Station doon oor way has bars on the windy sill
It’s no to keep the prisoners in, it’s to keep oot Sam the Skull
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
 
Well, one fine day no so long ago, they all had had their fill
They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. to come and catch the Skull
Theres naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot chasin all the weans up the close 
Peein on the stairs scratchin his erse and sittin there pickin his nose
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
 
Well, oot came the men aboot half past ten in their wee blue Escort van
Right roon the back, one had a sack, and the other had a mallet in his hand
I watched them run doon the back of the hoose,
Then I casually strolled tae the van
I jumped in the front and I was off, everything had gone tae plan
 
Ye can hear them say  doon Shettleston way, “Whatever happened to Sam the Skull?
He had claws on his paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a framer’s bull”
You can tell them for me that I’m still running free, never a day is dull
It might sound absurd, but I’m livin’ wi’ a bird in a single end in Maryhill
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog

I've Been Looking For Christmas
Composer(s): Kevin Savigar; Patty Smyth
Performer(s): Donny Osmond



Blue and green
Red and White
Broken hearts strung on Christmas lights
Hanging up the mistletoe
If you've got someone to kiss you baby
Don't let them go
I hear the angels sing "Gloria"
Love is the gift He brings

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes

Years ago I still believed
In silent night
Oh Christmas tree
I fell behind old memories
I think it's time to gather these
I hear the angels saying
"Home is where the heart is"
This is the gift that I bring

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Anywhere but here
It's been cold, so cold, so cold
All this time that you were not here
I hear the children saying "God bless one and all"
These are the gifts they bring

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes

Sam Stone
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine
and multiple other artists



Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew 'round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it's fun
There was nothing to be done
But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

It's Christmas, Cha Cha
Composer(s): Carl Finch
Performer(s): Brave Combo



There is a sound in the air
Colored light is everywhere
All the stores- open late
Hurry up! I just can't wait 

Chorus:
It's Christmas, Christmas
Have a merry Christmas
Then please have a 
Happy New Year 

There's a shelf for your cares
Wrap 'em up- store 'em there
Take a break from the heat
Open up to the beat 

Repeat Chorus x2 

Couples sway on the floor
Cha Cha Cha Let's dance some more
It's Christmastime- know what I mean?
Look at life through red and green 

Repeat Chorus x6

Sam
Composer(s): John Farrar; Hank Marvin; Don Black
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John



I heard that you're on your own now
So am I
I'm living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
There's much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
I'm sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

Oh Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, ooh Sam
You know, you know
You know where I am

It's Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
Composer(s): Dixie Dean; Ray King
Performer(s): Buck Owens



It must be that time again the snow is falling
In the air there's happiness that you can't see
From the little country church the bells are ringing
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh everything is nothing dear without you
And it's hard to live with just a memory
For I need your love to give each day a meaning
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me

Salzburg
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Betty Comden; Adolph Green
Performer(s): Jean Stapleton, Eddie Lawrence



Sue:
You said it!
You said it!
I heard you say it!
Oh Sandor!

Sandor:
Sue, Sue, Sue, I Love you, honey
Sue, Sue, Sue, Give me your money
With your life savings in the little blue sock

Sue:
We will have enough to keep us out of hock

Sandor
We'll fly together to a place I know where we, oh so happy will be

Sue:
Oh, Where, Oh where is this place of mystery?

Sandor
Where?

Sandor:
In Salzburg by the sea
Where love and laughter live eternally
In Salzburg by the hill
Where gondolas go gliding by the mill

Sue:
What a thrill darling!

Sandor
Tropical nights

Sue:
Festival lights

Sandor
Strudel for two at the midnight bull fights

Sue
Arriba!

Sandor
In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg
Where the flying fishes play
Where the schnitzel is high as an elephant's eyes
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Come to Salzburg with me...
Liebchen!
By the sea!

Both
O-le!

Sandor
Come on, Sue

Sue
Sandor, Tell me more!

Sandor
You want more?

Sandor
In Salzburg by the sea

Sue
You said it!

Sandor
Where all the worlds in love with gay Paree

Sue:
You said you love me!

Sandor:
In Salzburg on the shore

Sue:
He loves me!

Sandor:
Where Geisha girls keep coming back for more

Sue:
Sandor!

Sandor:
Liebchen

Sue:
We'll live in style

Sandor:
Gold by the pile

Both:
Goulash for two as we barge down the Nile
In Salzburg, Lovely Salzburg

Sandor:
Where the corn and 'taters grow

Sue:
In our sweet home sweet home all the roads lead to Rome

Both:
So, my darling,
Let's hurry and go!

Sandor:
Come to Salzburg with me
Liebchen!

Both:
By the sea
O-le!

It's Christmas Time All Over The World
Composer(s): Hugh Martin
Performer(s): Jackie Gleason;
and various other artists



It's Christmas time all over the World
It's Christmas here at home
The church bells chime wherever we roam
Så riktig God Jul
Feliz Natal
Shenoraavor Nor Dari
Dari
To you

The snow is thick in most of the world
Childrens' eyes are wide
As old Saint Nick gets ready to ride
So Feliz Navidad
Sretan Bozic
And Happy New Year
New Year
To you

Though the customs might change
And the language is strange
This appeal we feel is real
In Holland or Hong Kong
It's Christmas time all over the World
In places near and far
And so my friend wherever you are
Ein fröhliches Weihnachten
Kala Christougenna
Yoi kurisumasu
This means a very Merry Christmas
Christmas, Christmas
To you

Salzanitos
Composer(s): M. Oyarbide; D. Salzano
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Mis hijos serán trompetistas, o no serán nada
les prohibo cirujanos, arquitectos
mucho menos banqueros, hombres de la Bolsa 
Serán trompetistas, maravillas desde chicos
en el zapato de Reyes, la corchea
en el otro zapato el de las fuccias
Después les compró la bolsa la vida
les doy almanaques de caballos
les compro aparatos con cosquillas
Los pongo contra el cielo
les explico de Dios y de Louis Amstrong
Mis hijos serán descalzos, errabundos detenidos 
palpados de uno o más amores
Hm! les encontrarán, es claro, la trompeta
Andarán por tío vivos con palabras giratorias 
tendrán amigos, enemigos, ex amigos
Tendrán que empeñar su palabra, su café
"pero no empeñarán nunca su trompeta" 
les diré "pues una trompeta, es una trompeta" ...
Les regalaré una gamuza de gamuza ...
Les haré escribir "bis" en los retretes 
Eso haré, eso serán ...
Y aquí va mi testamento
Les dejo un repertorio de tristezas
úsenlo ... sólo de vez en cuando
El día de mi muerte vayan todos al entierro
lleven sacos colorados, lleven la trompeta 
toquen "Rosa", "Madreselva" ...
o algœn otro blues ...
Pero, cuidado, lleven las bufandas 
en los cementerios se muere de amor y frío ...
Y yo los amo tanto ... !!!

It's Christmas Time
Composer(s): Al Stillman; Victor Young
Performer(s): The Carpenters



It's Christmas time and time for a carol 
Time to sing about the little King 
To fill the bowl and roll out the banel 
Have ourselves a fling 

We greet a friend or welcome a stranger 
Let him sing on cheer him on his way 
And celebrate the child in the manger 
Born on Christmas day 

Good cheer for you and for me 
With pleasure and glee to share 
Oh, we're so happy to be together 
On yuletl 

For love is surrender 
You must surrender if you care 
You must surrender if you dare 

For love is surrender 
You must surrender if you care 
You must surrender if you dare 

Da-a-a-re!

Sálvame
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Quien sabe el justo valor
del hombre que arriesga su ser
y se convierte en adicto al amor
Quien puede juzgar su moral
pecado, culpa y perdón
de aquel que se haga adicto al amor
Dar para ser capaz de dar
uno mismo se tiene que amar
y seguro se hace adicto al amor

Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor

Quien miente al decir la verdad
le roba a la comunidad
condena todo acto de amor
Quien te hace perder la ilusión
ante una pantalla virtual
simula ser adicto al amor
Y puedo ser tu rehén
tu terrorista también
puedo serte fiel
si me lo pides

Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser tu divina adicción
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor

(Todos dicen que...)
me amo a mi mismo
(y no entienden que...)
solo así, te puedo amar
mi sano egoísmo te quiero contagiar
y así, (así) rodando y rodando
y me convierto en adicto al amor
uh! nena no me ves, sálvame

Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación
El mundo andará mejor
cuando todos sean adictos al amor

El mundo andará mejor
nena tengo el vicio, soy adicto al amor
Sálvame, yo tengo el vicio
Ayúdame a ser la dulce tentación
Sálvame, sálvame, nena sálvame
Ayúdame a ser

serte fiel, ser tu rehén (o rey)
me hace tan bien
Sálvame
si uno no se quiere
no puede querer
Sálvame
soy adicto a tu amor
adicto a tu amor

The Christmas Tree Angel 
Composer(s): M.K. Jerome; Jack Scholl
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; Vic Schoen



While angels are shining the stars Christmas eve
A sweet little angel takes heavenly leave
She likes to help Santa Claus dress up the tree
So next Christmas morning.
Look up and you'll see

Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she

She colours the lights and she sprinkles the snow
She hangs up the holly and bright mistletoe
The loveliest angel you ever have met
She makes Christmas one day we never forget

Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she

When Santa has filled all the stockings with toys
And left all his gifts for the good girls and boys
Sweet Angie is busy till dawn starts to break
Arranging the toys till the children awake

Then with the morning a smile on her face
When Angie has put all the toys in their place
The next thing you know, softly laughing with glee
Sweet Angie returns to the top of the tree

Sweet Angie, the Christmas tree angel
On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
All dressed up in stardust and tinsel
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she

On the top of tippy tippy top of the tree
Have a very very merry merry Christmas, says she

Merry Christmas