Fantasiaa
First performance by: Ami Aspelund - 1983



Kuka hän on, ja mitä kieltä mahtaa puhua hän?
Kuka hän on? Mua hänen toivoisin niin lähestyvän
Mikä hän on? Hän päiväkaudet koiraa kävelyttää
Kuka hän on, ja minne hän häviää?

Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen?
Hän koiraa silittää ja minä katson kadehtien
Puisto äänetön on, en ristinsielua nää
Hän onko mulle pelkkää päiväunta, kuvitelmaa?
Tää onko fantasiaa, vai juttu onneton vain?
Hän mustaan autoon nousee, jälleen yksin jäädä mä sain
Jarruvalot kun nään niin toivon taas hiljalleen
Hän että huomannut ois vihdoin naisen rakastuneen

(Aika kulki kuivui posket)
(Kaikki ruostuu, mihin kosket)
(Huominen on kaiku eilisen)

Kuka hän on, ja mikä tähän puistoon hänet taas tuo?
Mikä on syy, hän että lemmikilleen hellyyden suo?
Kuka hän on? En sitä milloinkaan kai selville saa
Mitä on tää? Tää onko vain unelmaa?

Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen?
Tää onko fantasiaa, vai alku ihastuksen?
Hän koiraa silittää ja minä katson kadehtien
Puisto äänetön on, en ristinsielua nää
Hän onko mulle pelkkää päiväunta, kuvitelmaa?
Tää onko fantasiaa, vai juttu onneton vain?
Hän mustaan autoon nousee, jälleen yksin jäädä mä sain
Jarruvalot kun nään niin toivon taas hiljalleen
Hän että huomannut ois vihdoin naisen....
Huomannut ois vihdoin naisen rakastuneen

Problems
Performer(s): The Sex Pistols



Too many problems
Oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'Cos you're all too clear
Well I can see
There's something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pitty
Are you lonely you got no one
You get your body in suspension
That's no problem problem
Problem the problem is you

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want
Then you'll fade away
You won't find me working
Nine to five
It's too much fun a being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You wan't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all your needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated

Problem problem
Problem the problems is you
What you gonna do

Problem problem
Problem the problems is you
What you gonna do with your problem

In a death trip I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't give me any orders
For people like me
There is no order

Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd
Solved all your problems
But you are the problem

Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I'll leave it to you
Problem their problem is you
You got a problem
Oh what you gonna do

They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don't want you
And they don't want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do
Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem

Soldado De Tu Rebelión
Performer(s): Victor Heredia



Tú que me diste en panes
los ademanes y el corazón
trigo de tus praderas
y el llanto oscuro de algún pastor
Soldado de tu rebelión
hijo de americanos soy
Dulce fruta madura
madre morena de mi lagar
entre las colgaderas
vendrá cantando tu libertad
Soldado de tu rebelión
hijo de americano soy
Vale por ti la vida
y hasta la muerte tiene valor
porque este continente
tiene en su gente todo el valor
Soldado de tu rebelión
hijo de americano soy
Si alguna vez callase
tonta paloma, sin un porqué
clávame en el olvido
no tengas miedo ni penas que
soldado de tu rebelión
hijo de americanos soy

Problems 
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers



Problems, problems, problems all day long
Will my problems work out right or wrong
My baby don’t like anything I do-o-o
My teacher seems to feel the same way too

Worries, worries pile up on my head
Woe is me I should have stayed in bed
Can’t get the car my marks ain’t been so good
My love life just ain’t swinging like it should

Problems, problems, problems
They’re all on account of my loving you like I do-o-o-o-o
Problems, problems, problems
They won’t be solved until I’m sure of you-o-ou
You can solve my problems with a love that’s true

Problems, problems, problems all day long

Problems, problems, problems all day long

Io Così Non Ci Sto
Composer(s): Thomas Gonzenbach - Remo Kessler - Nella Martinetti
First performance by: Mariella Farré - 1983



Si fa' per amore oppure no
Lascia il segno un'avventura ...
Una donna
Ci rimette sempre un po'
Innamorarsi non ha senso
Tu stai da sempre con lei

Se magari e' per gioco
Per passare una sera
Per combatter la noia
Io cosi non ci sto
Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore
Una volta e poi basta
Per un colpo di testa
Senza alcuna emozione
Ne' sentimento
Niente que dentro
Io cosi non ci sto

E poi chi sarà, chi di noi due
A stare col dubbio il cuore
Sarò io
Sarò io, non sarai tu ...
Invece tu, come fosse niente
Stasera torni da lei

Se magari e' per gioco
Per passare una sera
Per combatter la noia
Io cosi non ci sto
Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore
Una volta e poi basta
Per un colpo di testa
Io cosi non ci sto
Se e' soltanto per fare l'amore
Una volta e poi basta
Per un colpo di testa
Senza alcuna emozione
Ne' sentimento
Niente que dentro
Io cosi non ci sto

Problèmorama
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Rossella Conz; Pino Massara
Performer(s): Dalida



La vie, la vie
c'est dur, c'est long, c'est court
Mais il y a l'amour, l'amour
L'amour, l'amour c'est léger comme le vent
Ça fait passer le temps, le temps
Le temps, le temps ça fait blanchir le sang
Ça fait rouler l'argent, l'argent
L'argent, l'argent ça rend souvent, méchant
Ça les rend fous les gens, les gens
Les gens, les gens, c'est toi, c'est moi, c'est rien
Où seras-tu demain, demain
Demain, demain, c'est comme un coin de ciel
Au fond d'un très long tunnel

Comment ça va
On dit ça va la vie c'est ça
C'est du cinéma, cinéma, cinéma, cinéma en problèmorama

Demain, demain c'est comme un coin de ciel
Au fond d'un long, très long tunnel
Ça ira, ça ira

Au petit bonheur la chance tant
qu'on s'aimera
Aucune importance pour toi et pour moi

L'amour, l'amour c'est léger comme le vent
Ça fait passer le temps, le temps
Le temps, le temps ça fait blanchir le sang
Ça fait rouler l'argent, l'argent
L'argent, l'argent ça rend souvent méchant
Ça les rend fous les gens, les gens
Les gens, les gens, c'est toi, c'est moi, c'est rien
Où seras-tu demain, demain
Demain, demain c'est comme un coin de ciel au fond d'un long très long tunnel
Ça ira, ça ira

Au petit bonheur la chance
Tant qu'on s'aimera
Aucune importance pour toi et pour moi

Na, na, na...

Comment ça va, on dit ça va
La vie c'est ça
C'est du cinéma, cinéma, cinéma, cinéma en problèmorama

Soldado De Levita
Composer(s): Héctor González - Roberto Hinojosa - Alberto Rosas
Performer(s): Raphael
and multiple other artists



Soy soldado de levita
De esos de caballería
De esos de caballería
Soy soldado de levita
Y me incorporé a las filas
Por una mujer bonita
Por una mujer bonita
Que alumbró la vida mía
Corazón apasionado
Disimula tu tristeza
Disimula tu tristeza
Corazón apasionado
Que el que nace desgraciao
Desde la cuna comienza
Desde la cuna comienza
A vivir martirizado
Al pie de una malva en rosa
A una viuda enamoré
A una viuda enamoré
Al pie de una malva en rosa
Y me dijo la graciosa
No puedo, me duele un pie
Pero si es para otra cosa
Aunque sea cojeando iré

Probablemente Te Quiero
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Querida
Ya ves, aquí me tienes escribiéndote
esta torpe despedida para poner en
claro algunos puntos antes de
emprender la huida
Intentaré encontrar esa palabra que resuma el
pánico a la vida... pero no sé qué
poner; se me ocurre cobardía o tal
vez melancolía... o solamente te
quiero, probablemente te quiero
Parece que es así- ¡qué insensatez!
Mi vida, no sé cuántas razones me
empujaron a tornar esta medida; son
todas tan comunes que cualquiera me
resulta repetida
No doy con esa frase para que la
Historia me recoja en su guarida
Pero, qué raro placer, el que invade
estos instantes de sentencias
importantes...
corno decirte te quiero
probablemente te quiero
Acuérdate de mí alguna vez

Quién Maneja Mi Barca
First performance by: Remedios Amaya - 1983



Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva me lleva
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva
Que allí me lleva

Las trenzas de tu madre, anda y dime quién
Que dime quién se las peina,
Que dime quién se las peina

Voy a pedirle que me trence, anda y sí
Tu cabeza, mi cabeza, anda y sí
Tu cabeza, mi cabeza
Por mucho que tú me pidas,

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, quien?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva me lleva
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva
Que allí me lleva

El verde de tus ojos verdes, mírame
Que mira que yo te mire, mírame
Que mira que yo te mire

El verde como cualquier verde, mírame
Que es verde que me persigue, mírame
Que es verde que me persiguen
Por mucho que tú me pidas,

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva me lleva
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca?
Que a la deriva
Que allí me lleva

Por mucho que tú me pidas,Yo no voy

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca, quién?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?
Ay, ¿quién maneja mi barca quien?
Que a la deriva me lleva, ¿quién?

Private World
Composer(s): David Johansen; Arthur Kane
Performer(s): New York Dolls;
and various other artists



(break-down)

Private World
Private World

Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else
I get cool and lonely, feelin sorry for myself

Private World
Private World

Oh you call that drivin then see us dream
How could it last, I'm tryin hard not to scream

Private World
Private World

The joint start shakin, its ready to crumble
The boys are dukin, lookin for a rumble

Private World
Private World

One that is movin, at least I'm movin (better shut that door)
Private World, Private Girl, Private World
(Better keep it confidential)

Private World
Private World

Oh, you know I want some money, she replies
When uptown comes downtown, better take her for a ride

Private World
Private World

How many called, called my name
I'm tryin to explain, that I'm not the same

In a Private World
In a Private World

Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else
I get cool and lonely, feelin sorry for myself

In a Private World
In a Private World

One that is movin, at least I'm movin (shut that door)
Private World, Private Girl, Private World
(Better keep it confidential)

You got to keep it confidential
You got to keep it confidential
When I says hush
Child dont you cry
I'm beggin you hush
And dry those tears from your eyes
You gotta hush
Dontcha know you gotta hush

(Oh, alright)

Sold Down The River
Composer(s): Vaughn Horton - Bill Monroe
Performer(s): Bill Monroe
and multiple other artists



Where is the love that you promised neath the pine
Gone like the flowers in the fall
You crossed your heart now you're double crossing mine
You've been pretending after all

I was sold down the river to a port of broken dreams
Drifting in sorrow down the stream
Sold down the river on a ship that won't return
When it anchors in the sea of broken dreams

I never dreamed that your love would grow so cold
Hiding behind the rainbow's end
You must be blind for the glitter of the gold
Gold that can never find a friend

Refrain

You'll never know what it means to sit and cry
After your heart is broken too
Someday you'll learn and your soul will burn and die
When some one double crosses you

Refrain

Private Investigations
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Dire Straits;
and various other artists



It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses
confidential information - contained in a diary
this is my investigation - not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
private investigations

Per Lucia
Composer(s): M. Fabrizio - Riccardo Fogli - V. Spampinato
First performance by: Riccardo Fogli - 1983



Buonasera quando arriverai
ti toglierai l'inverno e l'appenderai
avrai due braccia grandi come una foresta
e la quiete dopo la tempesta

Per Lucia, ritrovare
il foglio più bianco e poi cominciare
io vorrei, per esempio
legarle i capelli con un filo di vento
per Lucia ci sarà
la luna più piena, ma non basterà
io vorrei, continuando
un mare di grano per cullarla ogni tanto

Buonanotte, quando spegnerai
indosserai le stelle e sognerai
avrai un mare calmo dove navigare
e un silenzio quando vuoi parlare

Per Lucia, delicata
sarà la sua ombra disegnata per strada
io vorrei, per esempio
aprirle le porte che chiudono il mondo
con Lucia basta poco
ti riempie da sola il giorno più vuoto
io vorrei così tanto
ridarle il sorriso, sul viso un po' stanco

Oltre il muro, che cosa c'è
trattieni il fiato e poi salta verso me
i colpi di fucile sono ormai lontani
apriremo il cielo con le mani

Per Lucia, lunga vita
e acqua di fiume per ogni ferita
iio vorrei luci accese
la festa più grande per tutto il paese
per Lucia, spaventata
che questa mia penna diventi una spada
con Lucia al mio fianco
che la storia continui nella pagina accanto

Private Hell
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam



Closer than close, you see yourself 
a mirrored image, of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by, a little more 
you can't remember what it was you wanted anyway
The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space, your ageing face
The face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable......
Private Hell

Private Hell

The man who you once loved is bald and fat, and seldom in, working late as usual
Your interest has waned, you feel the strain 
the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you
Close your eyes and think of nothing but.....
Private Hell

Private Hell

Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren
Think of Edward, who's still at college
You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own.....
Private Hell

Private Hell

The morning slips away in a valium haze
And catalogues, and numerous cups of coffee
In the afternoon the weekly food, is put in bags as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery and.....
Private Hell 

Private Hell

Think of Emma, wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry, and your grandchildren
Think of Edward, who's still at college
You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care, they don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own.....
Private Hell

Private Hell

Alone at 6 o'clock you drop a cup
You see it smash, inside you crack
You can't go on, but you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your..... 
Private Hell
Sanity at last inside your..... 
Private Hell
Sanity at last inside your..... 
Private Hell

Private Hell.....Private Hell ....Private Hell

Solamente Una Vez
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
First performance by: José Mojica - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1944 - You Belong To My Heart
1966 - Olen Onnellinen



Solamente una vez
Amé en la vida
Solamente una vez
Y nada más

Una vez nada más 
En mi huerto 
Brilló la esperanza
La esperanza que alumbra 
El camino de mi soledad

Una vez nada más
Se entrega el alma
Con la dulce 
Y total renunciación

Y quando ese milagro 
Realiza el prodigio de amarse
Hay campanas de fiesta 
Que cantan 
En el corazón

Private Eye
Composer(s): Phil Pickett
Performer(s): Sailor



I watched the dawning of a concrete day
Got out of bed, scratched my head, had a hotel shave
The operator called me up just to say hey, hey
"You've got a message to call her now
She said the writing's on the wall right now
(Mr. Romero) You've got a message to call
She said that's all"

She switched the light on in the swimming pool
A silhouette with a cigarette, boy was I cool
She looked right through me, then I fell off my stool
"You've got to find me some truth," she said
"I don't need money or eternal youth," she said
"Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth
Find me the truth?"

(Chorus A:)
I'm just a private eye, an ordinary guy
You're asking me to find you paradise
Makes a change from homicide and vice
I'll be your private eye...

There must be something more than this
A swimming pool, a crazy fool and a Hollywood kiss
The finest clothes and breakfast at Tiffany's
"You've got to find me some truth," she said
"I don't need money or eternal youth," she said
"Mr. Romero, won't you find me the truth
Find me the truth?"

(Chorus B:)
I'm just a private eye, no ordinary guy
Trust in me and I will find you paradise
Now sit back and watch the sun arise
I'll be your private eye...

I'm floating, I'm floating
I'm floating higher than the sun
To find the truth, no stone unturned...

Paradise
Now sit back and watch the sun arise
I'll be your private eye
(Repeat chorus B)

We talked all night about the Science Age
And how a soft remembered word
Would help to turn the page
And make way for the wisdom of the sage...

"You've got a message to call her now
She said the writing's on the wall right now
Mr. Romero..."
(Repeat)

Främling
First performance by: Carola Häggkvist - 1983



Främling
Vad döljer du för mig?
I dina mörka ögon
En svag nyans, av ljus nånstans
Men ändå, en främling
Så känner jag för dig
Jag ber dig, låt mig få veta
Vem vill du vara?
Kan du förklara
Det för mig?

Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende
Så gömmer också du en hemlighet
Stjärnor jag ser dem
Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig
Där bortom himlen finns en evighet
Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig
Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll
En känsla och jag litar på den
Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen

Natten finns till för dig och mig
Glöm det som är omkring oss
Låt mig få komma
Låt mig få vara nära dig

Som Mona Lisa har sitt leende
Så gömmer också du en hemlighet
Stjärnor jag ser dem
Vill gärna ta ner nån till dig
Där bortom himlen finns en evighet
Om du vill upptäcka den här med mig
Ta första stegen och visa mig vägen ikväll
En känsla och jag litar på den
Sen blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen
Då blir vår kärlek aldrig främmande igen

Private Dancer
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Performer(s): Tina Turner



Well the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don`t look at their faces
And you don`t ask their names
You don`t think of them as human
You don`t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

chorus
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I`ll do what you want me to do
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don`t look at their faces
And you don`t ask their names

chorus twice

Deutschmarks or Dollars
American Express will do nicely - thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me do you want to see the shimmy again

chorus

Solo Più Che Mai
((Adapted from: Beddy-Bye (Bert Kaempfert & His Orch.) - 1966))
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert - Ermanno Parazzini
Performer(s): Johnny Dorelli - 1966

Versions In Other Languages: 
1966 - Strangers In The Night (Frank Sinatra)
1966 - Étrangers Dans La Nuit (Dania Rika)
1966 - Vreemden In De Nacht (Nicole Carvenn)
1966 - Tusen Och En Natt (Gunnar Wiklund)
1966 - Natten Drog Forbi (Otto Brandenburg)
1968 - Putniki V Nochi (Emil Gorovets)
1981 - Strangers In De Nijt (De Strangers)
2002 - Daniel Cowman (Regina Spektor)



Solo più che mai
In una notte che non mi dirà
Se avrò un domani
E che solo lei
Decidere potrà
Solo più che mai
Senza ricordi
Che non trovo più
Nel mio passato
Un passato che
Più niente mi darà
Cerco intorno a me
Un nuovo volto
Che vorrei potesse dir
Parole nuove che mi portino così
Dove io

Vorrei
In un mondo che non c'è
Ma e' vissuto sempre in me
Son solo più che mai
In una notte che non mi dirà
Se avrò un domani
E che solo lei
Di me deciderà

In quel mondo che non c'è
Vorrei trovarmi sai perchè
Son solo più che mai
Senza ricordi
Che non trovo più
Nel mio passato
Un passato che
È triste quanto me

Prisunic
Composer(s): Henri Gougaud
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium fleuri
Je flâne en vos jardins d'ustensiles étranges
Prisunic Prisunic en passant je souris
Aux petites vendeuses couleur de pschitt orange

O vendeuses chéries en matière plastique
Prenez mon plasti-coeur et mes plasti-baisers
Puis nous nous coucherons dans l'herbe synthétique
Nous ferons des enfants à l'âme triphasée

Sur des arbres en carton y'a de la plasti-mousse
Et des plasti-nuages accrochés aux néons
Oh le celluloïd comme il a la peau douce
La machine à laver où l'as-tu vue Léon

Moi je n'ai d'yeux que pour les Prisunic vendeuses
Engrangeant des étoiles aux réfrigérateurs
Imaginez-les donc en robes vaporeuses
Elles mettraient un cochon dedans votre moteur

Prisunic aux soleils d'aluminium tout gris
La musique vous prend dans ses douces volutes
Prisunic Prisunic vos néons sont fleuris
Paraît que le nylon ça brûle en deux minutes