Resta
((Adapted from: Stay (by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs) - 1960) (aka Hush Baby Hush - 1995))
Composer(s): Maurice Williams - Mogol
Performer(s): Equipe 84 - 1966



Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai
e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai
nessuno al mondo sapra'
che tu, tu
sei qui con
meeeee-e-e-e-e

Ti prego staaaaaai
solo un ultimo momentooooo
ascoltamiiiii
resta un poco con meeeeee

Papa' non lo sapra' maaaaaai
e mamma non sapra' maaaaaai
nessuno al mondo sapra'
che tu, tu
sei qui con
meeeee-e-e-e-e

Devi restaaaaaar
in quest'angolo di mondooooo
dove nessuno mai
sapra' niente di-i noooooi

So' che ormai e' tardi
ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era
Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii
resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e

Ti prego staaaaaai
solo un ultimo momentooooo
ascoltamiiiii
resta un poco con meeeeee

So' che ormai e' tardi
ed e' gia' se-e-e-e-e-e-era
Dai su' non lasciarmiiiiiii
resta con meeeee-e-e-e-e

Devi restaaaaaar
in quest'angolo di mondooooo
dove nessuno mai
sapra' niente di-i noooooi

Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uoo
Ti prego staaaaaai - uuo

Hino De Duran
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Se tu falas muitas palavras sutis
E gostas de senhas, sussurros, ardis
A lei tem ouvidos pra te delatar
Nas pedras do teu próprio lar

Se trazes no bolso a contravenção
Muambas, baganas e nem um tostão
A lei te vigia, bandido infeliz
Com seus olhos de raio-x

Se vives nas sombras, frequentas porões
Se tramas assaltos ou revoluções
A lei te procura amanhaã de manhã
Com seu faro de dobermann

E se definitivamente a sociedade só se tem
Desprezo e horror
E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo
És um estorvo, és um tumor
A lei fecha o livro, te pregam na cruz
E depois chamam os urubus

Se pensas que burlas as normas penais
Insuflas, agitas e gritas demais
A lei logo vai te abraçar, infrator
Com seus braços de estivador
Se pensas que pensas (etc.)

Through My Window
Composer(s): Alar Kotkas - Ilmar Laisaar - Pearu Paulus - Jana Hallas
First performance by: Sandra Oxenryd - 2006



When life is a road goin' nowhere
I'm alone, though you're gonna be right here
You're my baby
When life is a road goin' somewhere
All alone, I have to hold on to go on
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
 
And maybe somebody someday
Turns back home, but it's gonna be a long way
It's been a long day
And maybe somebody someway
Highs and lows, it's always the same thing anyway
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
 
I can't find the words, lose my nerve
And grass just turns to stone (Grass just turns to stone)
When all hopes are high, I have my pride
Show you what I'm really like inside
 
(I'm lookin' through my window)
What about the sun you made shine?
What about the rain you cried on my pillow?
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
 
I'm lookin' through my window
What about us? Tell me why
I still can't see where's the rainbow
I still can't see where's the rainbow

Hino Da Repressão
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Se atiras mendigos
No imundo xadrez
Com teus inimigos
E amigos, talvez
A lei tem motivos
Pra te confinar
Nas grades do teu próprio lar

Se no teu distrito
Tem farta sessão
De afogamento, chicote
Garrote e punção
A lei tem caprichos
O que hoje é banal
Um dia vai dar no jornal

Se manchas as praças
Com teus esquadrões
Sangrando ativistas
Cambistas, turistas, peões
A lei abre os olhos
A lei tem pudor
E espeta o seu próprio inspetor

E se definitivamente a sociedade só te tem desprezo e horror
E mesmo nas galeras és nocivo, és um estorvo, és um tumor
Que Deus te proteja
És preso comum
Na cela faltava esse um

Station To Station
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: David Bowie - 1976



The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth 
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonder *who*, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

Two Times:
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here

I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The European cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late

It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The European cannon is here

Hindustan
Composer(s): Oliver G. Wallace; Harold Weeks



Camel trappings jingle, harp strings sweetly tingle
with a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars 
singing memories are bringing 
temple bells are ringing calling me a far

Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling
every heart enthralling, underneath the stars
Sighing, like the night wind dying, soft my heart is crying for my love afar

Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, where the painted peacock spread his fan
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across
the sand, Hindustan, where I met her and the world began

Why Angels Cry
Composer(s): Peter Yiannakis
First performance by: Annet Artani - 2006



When I'm feeling down in this world of madness
You comfort all my sadness, you soothe away my pain
'Cause these are trying times, filled with so much sorrow
I wonder if tomorrow will bring a brighter day
 
Why do the angels cry?
Why doesn't love survive?
Why do we all just pretend?
Why do the angels cry?
Innocent children die
When will it all ever end?
Ever end?
 
Close your eyes and dream, and visualise a rainbow
Oh... a place where you can pray for peace and harmony
 
Search your heart and find a higher meaning
Let this be the start, a brand new beginning
 
Oh... talking 'bout peace and harmony
Oh...
 
(Why do the angels cry?)
Why do they cry?
(Why doesn't love survive?)
(Why do we all) just pretend?
Why do the angels cry?
Innocent children die
When will it all ever end?
Ever end?

Himalaya
Composer(s): G. Augier; J.-P. Bucolo; E. Roda-Gil
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



J'irai là-bas
Comme on monte sur un toit
J'irai là-bas
Si je sais que tu es là...

J'irai vers toi
Sans gants, souliers, ni sherpa
J'irai vers toi

Himalaya!

J'irai là-bas
Malgré le froid ou la loi...
J'irai vers toi
Comme on va au combat

J'irai vers toi
Même si tous les chiens aboient...
J'irai là-bas

Himalaya

Roc d'amour
Le plus haut de la vie
Sommet blanc du paradis...

J'irai vers toi
Comme on supplie pour sa foi
J'irai là-bas
Comme on insulte un roi...

J'irai là-bas
Si je sais que tu es là...
J'irai là-bas

Himalaya!
Himalaya!

Station Man
Composer(s): Danny Kirwan - John McVie - Jeremy Spencer
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac



Station Man
I've been waiting
Can you tell me
When we're leaving

Midnight train
Now is leaving

Engine screaming

ah, ah
ah, ah
ah, ah
ah, ah

Where I'm going I don't know
But you tell me I must go
When we're leaving I don't know
But you tell me now

I see it's coming
And bringing something
This train of lovin'
I see it's comin'
I feel it's runnin'
This train of lovin'
From ages past

Station Man
I've been waiting
Can you tell me
When we're leaving

Him Or Me (What's It Gonna Be?)
Composer(s): Mark Lindsay; Terry Melcher
Performer(s): Paul Revere;
and various other artists



Chorus: 
Now have you got yourself a brand new baby
Don't tell me maybe
Is it so? I got to know 
What's it gonna be?
Him or me? Him or me? 
Him or me? Him or me?

I can still recall when you told me I was all
Every thing you looked for in a man
But I know that it's not true
I've seen the way he looks at you 
And I think you're gonna hang me up again 

chorus

So if you'd be so kind would you please make up your mind 
I won't share your lovin' with another man 
And if you see things my way
Could you let me know today
But if you decide it's him I'll change my plans

Let Me Cry
Composer(s): Dani Milev - Elina Gavrilova
First performance by: Mariana Popova - 2006



(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Please let me cry, just let me cry)
 
Told you I was aware
I have feelings to share with you
Something's over for good
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
Love, passion, cheerful mood
(Honey, honey)
The truth
 
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
 
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
(Please let me cry, just let me cry) Oh...
 
Learning how to obey
(Honey, honey, honey, honey)
Lost my heart and my face
(Honey, honey)
My soul
 
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way, yeah
 
Oh... oh... oh... yeah...
 
Let's say goodbye
And never back again, let me cry
I wanted you, you wanted to lie
I knew that it would happen this way
 
Let's say goodbye

Him
Composer(s): Rupert Holmes
Performer(s): Rupert Holmes



Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes
Not my brand you understand
Sometimes the girl forgets
She forgets to hide them
I know who left those smokes behind
She'll say, oh, he's just a friend
And I'll say, oh, I'm not blind
to..

(chorus)
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me me
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him

Don't know what he looks like
Don't know who he is
Don't know why she thought that I 
would say what's mine is his
I dont want to own her
But I can't let her have it both ways
Three is one too many of us
She leaves with me or stays
with..

(chorus)

Him him him, what's she gonna do about Him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me me
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him

If she wants him she can have him
Just exactly how we once were
It's goodbye to he and I
and back to me and her
Without..

(chorus)
Him, him, him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him
It's him or it's me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free
Time for me to make the girl see
It's me or it's him

(repeat chorus)

Statesboro Blues
Composer(s): Blind Willie McTell
First release by: Blind Willie McTell - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists



Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve, baby
To turn Uncle John from your door

I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues
I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues
Well I looked over in the corner baby
And grandpa seemed to have them too

Well, my mama died and left me
My papa died and left me
I ain't good lookin baby
But I'm someone sweet and kind

I'm goin to the country, baby do ya wanna go?
If you can't make it baby
Your sister Lucille said she'd wanna go
And I'd sure wanna take her

I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Lord, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah
Treat her like a dog gone queen

Lord, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up mama, well turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve, baby
To turn Uncle John from your door

Hilversum III
Performer(s): Herman Van Veen



Vroeger werd gezongen en gefloten in de straat
had de slagersjongen nog een opera paraat
de metselaar kon zingend op de steiger staan
de melkboer lengde fluitend zijn melk een beetje aan

Hilversum III bestond nog niet
maar ieder had zijn eigen stem
Op elke steiger klonk een lied
van Paljas of Jeruzalem

Alle venters hadden eigen aria's
voor sprot en haring, voor begonia's
Zelfs in fabrieken kwam van overal
toch weer een liedje door de grote hal

Hilversum III bestond nog niet
maar ieder had zijn eigen stem
Op elke steiger klonk een lied
van Paljas of Jeruzalem

Tussen het geratel van machines door
klonk in de confectie een mooi meisjeskoor
dromend van de prins van... weet ik veel
die ze zou ontvoeren naar zijn luchtkasteel

Hilversum III bestond nog niet
maar ieder had zijn eigen stem
Op elke steiger klonk een lied
van Paljas of Jeruzalem

Je T'adore
Composer(s): Niclas Kings - Lisa Greene - Niklas Bergwall - Kate Ryan
First performance by: Kate Ryan - 2006



Ah...
The sum of all my fantasies
That's everything you are to me
 
You came around and made my senses fly
Shook me up when you took me to the sky
Never thought that I could ever get this high
 
Je t'adore and I can't conceal it
Je t'adore, anyone can see it
You give me just a little more
Of everything I've waited for
 
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it
Je t'adore, only you can break it
You got me fallen to the floor
Any way you want, I'm yours
(Je t'adore)
 
Bye bye to all the lies I've heard
You made a different kind of girl
 
You spun me out and you made my senses fly
Shook me up when you took me to the sky
Never thought that I could ever get this high
 
Je t'adore and I can't conceal it
Je t'adore, anyone can see it
You give me just a little more
Of everything I've waited for
Ooh yeah...
 
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it
Je t'adore, only you can break it
You got me fallen to the floor
Any way you want, I'm yours
Ooh... je t'adore
 
You're the rush that I missed
Made a wish that I'd feel a kiss
Just like this
 
Je t'adore, yeah, you made me feel it
Je t'adore, and I really mean it
You give me just a little more
Of everything I've waited for
(Everything I've ever waited for)
 
Je t'adore, here's my heart, so take it
Je t'adore, baby, don't you break it
You got me fallen to the floor
Any way you want, I'm yours
 
(Oh...)
Je t'adore

Hillman
Composer(s): Benny Martin
Performer(s): Benny Martin



I slept on a dirt floor cold and damp
Strained my eyes by a coal oil lamp
Chopped up wood for a heatin' stove
Bathed in a tub behind the store
Hillman is nature's buddy
He'll walk bare-footed when the roads are muddy
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo

Every hillman that I've seen yet
He knows how to fiddle and to call a set
They all live happy till life is spent
And when they kick the bucket, it's an accident
Hillman is nature's buddy
He knows everything from a buck to a buzzard
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo

I judge my friends by the deeds they do
The side of a beef is a mountain dew
You can tell when a hillman's got his knot
He's got three cards on a cement block
Hillman ain't scared of trouble
He guards his life with a gun that's double
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

Daddy worked hard for a dollar a day
He'll nap that total but he'll never behave
Friends play holes that Daddy dug
Want a bath, with a path, no shower, no tub
Hillman is nature's buddy
He'll walk bare-footed when the roads are muddy
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oo-oo
Hillman is nature's buddy
He knows everything from a buck to a buzzard
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-ooooh
Hillman ain't scared of trouble
He guards his life with a gun that's double
Hillman is nature's buddy-oo-oooh

The Stately Homes Of England
Composer(s): Noël Coward
Performer(s): Noël Coward
and multiple other artists



Lord Elder, Lord Borrowmere, Lord Sickert and Lord Camp
With ev'ry virtue, with ev'ry grace
Are what avails the sceptred race

Here you see the four of us
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed
We know how Caesar conquer'd Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball
Apart from this, our education
Lacks coordination
Tho' we're young and rather tentative
We're rip-re-presentative
Scions of a noble breed
We are the products of those homes serene and stately
Which only lately seems to have run to seed!

The stately homes of England how beautiful they stand
To prove the upper classes have still the upper hand
Tho' the fact they have to be rebuilt
And frequently mortgag'd to the hilt
Is inclin'd to take the gilt off the gingerbread
And certainly damps the fun
Of the eldest son
But still we won't be beaten
We'll scrimp and screw and save
The playing fields of Eton have made us frightfully brave
And tho' if the Van Dykes have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein grand
We'll stand by the stately homes of England

Have you seen the pick of us
You may be heartily sick of us
Still with sense we're all imbued
Our homes command extensive views
And with assistance from the Jews
We have been able to dispose of
Rows and rows and rows of
Gainsboroughs and Lawrences
Some sporting prints of Aunt Florences
Some of which we rather rude
Altho' we sometimes flaunt our family conventions
Our good intentions 
Mustn't be misconstrued

The stately homes of England we proudly represent
We only keep them up for Americans to rent
Tho' the pipes that supply the bathroom burst
And the lavat'ry makes you fear the worst
It was used by Charles the first (quite informally)
And later by George the fourth on a journey north
The state apartments keep their historical reknown
It's wiser not to sleep there in case they tumble down
But still if they ever catch on fire
Which with any luck they might
We'll fight for the stately homes of England

The stately homes of England tho' rather in the lurch
Provide a lot of chances for psychical research
There's a ghost of a crazy younger son
Who murder'd in thirteen fifty one
An extremely rowdy nun (who resented it)
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall
The baby in the guest wing who crouches by the grate
Was wall'd up in the west wing in fourteen twenty eight
If anyone spots the Queen of Scots in a hand embroider'd shroud
We're proud of the stately homes of England

Hillbilly Hollywood
Composer(s): Vince Melamed; Jim Photoglo
Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



I can still remember my first guitar
Bright and shiny like a brand new car
Even took it with me when I went to school
And I practiced every day till I got real good

I learned every lick on the radio
From Wabash Cannon to Go Johnny Go
I majored in rhythm with a minor in blues
Then I hit the road with my blue suede shoes

And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights
Grand ole opry on on a saturday night
Standing where my heroes stood
Hillbilly Hollywood

I played some bars where you never wanna go
From Oklahoma city down to Tupelo
My ears would be ringing like an old fire bell
When I'd lay me down in some cheap hotel

And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights
Grand ole opry on a saturday night
Standing where my heroes stood
Hillbilly Hollywood

And I pray before too long
They will hear my song

And I dreamed of seeing my name in lights
Grand ole opry on a saturday night
Standing where my heroes stood
I dreamed grand old opry on a saturday night standing . .
Hillbilly Hollywood Hillbilly Hollywood Hillbilly Hollywood

Mum
Composer(s): Sergey Sukhomlin - Andrey Kostiugov
First performance by: Polina Smolova - 2006



All I tell you, Ma – my heart on fire
Say me no more that he's an arrant liar
I feel so safe 'cause I know he's good
The guys before him were a sort of junk food
 
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I miss him?
Mama, Mama, Mama
Yes, I need only him
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my dream
 
I beg you, Ma – some comprehension
We got like strangers due to the tension
Just remember yourself in your teens
And all years after, here is what it means:
 
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I miss him?
Mama, Mama, Mama
Yes, I need only him
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my...
 
Never say me, Mama, he is too dangerous
Love can make us broken, but it makes us fly
Let me love him, Mama, don't sigh, don't cry
Be my friend, oh Mama, the passion is right
 
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I miss him?
Mama, Mama, Mama
Yes, I need only him
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my...
 
Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my...
 
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I miss him?
Mama, Mama, Mama
Yes, I need only him
Mama, Mama, Mama
Can't you see how I love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my...
I know for sure that he's my...
I know for sure that he's my dream

Hillbilly Girl With The Blues
Composer(s): Lacy J. Dalton
Performer(s): Lacy J. Dalton



Friends I know darn well
That I'm headed straight for hell
If I keep on livin' the crazy way I do
But I really have to say
I have come a long, long way
For a hillbilly girl with the blues

If you think my songs too rough
Please recall the road's been tough
Do not judge me, Darlin' till you've worn my shoes
I have never tried to hide
How I really feel inside
I'm just a hillbilly girl with the blues

Someday soon I'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And I won't look back till I leave these blues behind
I'm gonna play my old guitar
Praise the Lord and pass the jar
I'm gonna seek myself a little peace of mind

Don't ya know these city lights
Can really blind a country girl
People often think she's too green to refuse
But there's nothin' worse than neon
When the mornin' sun shines through
To a hillbilly girl, to a hillbilly girl
To a hillbilly girl with the blues
With the blues