Dance With Me
Composer(s): Zé Szabó - Jnoffin Kasai
First performance by: Zoli Ádok - 2009



I see it in your eyes, you wanna dance with me tonight
It's rainin' on your body as you're puttin' up a fight
The way you're moving, how you groove is somewhere out of sight
You know it's only fair to tell you that you do it right
 
Now with a little luck, I'm gonna meet you on the dance floor
Just by the way you move, you make me beg for more
I'm burning with desire, it's the night I've waited for
 
Don't you lose your emotion
Don't you be shy tonight
Let the rhythm show you
Baby, you can do it right
Alright tonight
 
Come on, dance with me, make me lose my way
Take a chance with me, make my body sway
It's an overload in a disco fantasy
Let's dance the night away
 
Just yesterday we were on the floor
Like somewhere in a movie or a club in Singapore
The lights are bright, the mood is raw
And in the middle of the night, we dance till we get sore
 
And in the middle of the night, I'll meet you on the dancefloor
Gonna make it, move your body, beg for more
With a rhythm and a beat, I'll rock you to the core
 
Don't you lose your emotion
Don't you be shy tonight
Let the rhythm show you
Baby, you can do it right
Alright tonight
 
Come on, dance with me, make me lose my way
Take a chance with me, make my body sway
It's an overload in a disco fantasy
Let's dance the night away
 
(Dance with me)
(Dance, dance, dance with me)
(Dance with me)
 
Come on, dance with me, make me lose my way
Take a chance with me, make my body sway
It's an overload in a disco fantasy
Let's dance the night away
 
Come on, dance with me, make me lose my way
Take a chance with me, make my body sway
It's an overload in a disco fantasy
Let's dance the night away

Ya No Te Espero
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez


Ya no te espero
Llegarás, pero más fuerte
Más violenta la corriente
Dibujándose en el suelo
De mi pecho, de mis dedos
Llegarás con mucha muerte

Ya no te espero
Ya eché abajo ayer mis puertas
Las ventanas bien despiertas
Al viento y al aguacero
A la selva, al sol, al fuego
Llegarás a casa abierta

Ya no te espero
Ya es el tiempo que fascina
Ya es bendición que camina
A manos del desespero
Ya es bestia de los potreros
Saltando a quien la domina

Ya no te espero
Ya estoy regresando solo
De los tiempos venideros
Ya he besado cada plomo
Con que mato y con que muero
Ya se cuándo, quién y cómo

Ya no te espero
Ya he liberado a tu patria
Hija de una espera larga
Ya hay un primero de enero
Que funda a sus compañeros
Con la sed de mi garganta

Ya no te espero
Porque de esperarte hay odio
En un noche de novios
En los hábitos del cielo
En madre de un hijo ciego
Ya soy ángel del demonio

Ya no te espero

Store Bought - Store Thought
Composer(s): The Flock
Performer(s): The Flock



Store bought, store thought
Trinkets of dreams, we'll make an attempt
To build the toy guns just like the ones
That daddy used in the war

Store bought, store thought
All the monkey heads are stuffed
Sawdust brains, ears cotton-muffed
Plastic eyes, just a toy...

Robot, robot arms and legs
Teeth, bones, hair, its all there
Robot, robot arms and legs
Battery's dead, head's dead
(Mechanical man, mechanical man!)

Store bought, store thought
All the monkey's heads are stuffed
Sawdust brains, ears cotton-muffed
Plastic eyes, just a toy...

Store bought, store thought
Humpty Dumpty sat on his wall
And I'll give you odds of 10-1
Somebody pushed him just for fun

Ya No Hay Forma De Pedir Perdón
(Adapted from: Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word - 1976)
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin - Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar - 1995

Titles In Other Languages:
1977 - Anteeksi On Pyytää Vaikeaa
1979 - Waar Ben Je
1992 - Sorry Hab' Ich Viel Zu Oft Gesagt
1997 - Sorry (by Benny Neyman)
1998 - Sorry (by Liliane Saint-Pierre)
2003 - La Parola Piu Difficile
2005 - Sorry (by Virtuoso)



¿Cómo voy a lograr que aún me quieras?
¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?
Cuando este fuego me desvela
pero despierto solo una vez más
¿Cómo lograr verte de nuevo?
¿Cómo he de recobrar tu corazón?
¿Cómo aceptar que todo ha muerto
y ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?
Qué mal
qué mal
esta absurda y triste historia
que se pone cada vez peor
Qué mal
qué mal
¿por qué ni puedo hablarte?
Temo que es así,
que ya no hay forma de pedir perdón
¿Cómo lograr que aún me quieras?
¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?
Cuando este fuego me desvela...
¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer?
¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer
si ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?

Firefly
Composer(s): Nikolas Metaxas
First performance by: Christina Metaxa - 2009



It's the question that drives us
Where we must go
It's the unknown that drives from us
What we want most
But the firefly sits in the corner and rests
 
And it won't care if you stare
But believe me, it's best to let go
Don't just go with the flow
 
And the firefly comes to you
Sits on your finger
It shudders and shakes
But she wants you to go with her now
Follow her out there
 
The firefly, spreading her wings open wide
Thinks the sky will come crashing down, fall to her side
She's afraid, but her fears slowly fade
 
So fly with the firefly
Fly side by side
Escaping the chains that held you from life
Don't look down
You're over the edge
 
Jump, take the leap of faith
Jump, take the leap of faith
 
It's the question that drives us
To where we must go
It's the unknown that drives from us
What we want most
But the firefly sits in the corner and rests
 
(It's the question that drives us)
(To where we must go)
(It's the unknown that drives from us)
(What we want most) Don't just go with the flow
(But the firefly sits in the corner and rests)
 
It's the question that drives us
To where we must go
It's the unknown that drives from us
What we want most
But the firefly sits in the corner and rests
 
(It's the question that drives us)
(To where we must go)
(It's the unknown that drives from us)
(What we want most) Don't just go with the flow
(But the firefly sits in the corner and rests)
 
Jump

Ya Me Enamoré
Composer(s): Willy Chirino
Performer(s): Willy Chirino


No sé cómo fue, ni cuándo pasó
Que me enamoré nené y todo se jodió
Ahora sólo pienso en ella
Vivo, canto y sueño por ella
Ya le dije adiós a la soledad
Ahora somos dos en esta ciudad
Ahora mi universo es ella
Nada, nada cambio por ella
Coro:
Ya me enamoré, mi vida cambió
Eee, eeo
Loco me quedé, ella me flechó
Eee, eeo
Rap 1:
En un momento cambió toda la vida mía
Ya se acabaron la tristeza y la melancolía
Para mi alma llegó la calma
Ya tiene dueña mis sueños
Mi música, mi poesía
Y llegó ella pa' tocar mi corazón
Como Hammadi toca el saxofón

Ahora mi universo es ella
Nada, nada cambio por ella
(Coro repite)
Coro 2:
¿Cómo fue? Cómo pasan las cosas cuando son del alma
Rap 2:
No es suficiente una canción
Para decir todo lo que yo te quiero
No hay un bolero ni una balada
Ni nada que cuente cómo yo me siento
Contento, feliz, enamora'o ciento por ciento
Coro 3:
Déjenme tranquilo todas las mujeres
Que ya no estoy en esos menesteres
No cuenten conmigo para el vacilón
Que yo estoy fuera de circulación

Stop! You're Breaking My Heart
Composer(s): Ted Koehler - Burton Lane
Performer(s): Judy Canova & Ben Blue
and multiple other artists



(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Stop! You're breaking my heart

Oh stop you're breakin' my heart
This joke is goin' too far
Come out wherever you are
How come you like to do me like you do

Stop you're drivin' me wild
It's tough to take it and grin
And how you're rubbin' it in
Because you know that I'm in love with you

I'm so, you're so,
Oh I don't know I'm losin' all hope
You're much too much
I'm just about at the end of my rope

So stop upsettin' my cart
Look out I'm startin' to burn
The worm will certainly turn
If you don't stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop you're breakin' my heart

Oh stop you're breakin' my heart

Y'a Le Printemps Qui Chante
Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Bourtayre;
Claude François; J.M. Rivat; Frank Thomas
Performer(s): Claude François; Paul Mauriat


Dis, ça fait combien de temps
Que tu n'as pas vu un peuplier
Une fleur des champs?
Si tu as quelques chagrins
Pour les oublier il y a toujours une gare, un train
Change de ciel, viens voir la terre
Voir le soleil et les rivières

Refrain
Viens à la maison y a le printemps qui chante
Viens à la maison tous les oiseaux t'attendent
Les pommiers sont en fleurs
Ils berceront ton cœur
Toi qui es tout en pleurs
Ne reste pas dans la ville
Viens à la maison y a le printemps qui chante
Viens à la maison tous les oiseaux t'attendent
Près des grands étangs bleus
Et dans les chemins creux
On ira tous les deux oublier ce rêve facile

Le premier vent du matin sera ton ami
Quand tu iras t'asseoir au jardin
Et puis le temps passera et tu me diras
Tout mon passé il est loin déjà
Tu ouvriras une fenêtre
Un beau matin, tu vas renaître

Refrain (2x)

The Highest Heights
Composer(s): Florian Senn - Thomas Rechberger - Adrian Sieber
First performance by: Lovebugs - 2009



I climb a tree, so mighty high
I see the world from just beneath the sky
The dreams I dream, they take me high
Oh, it's always worth a try
 
The time is now, so stop the tease
And may I have your attention, please
The time has come, the curtains call
 
Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah
 
I climb this tree, the highest heights
From beneath the stars, I see little lights
The dreams I dream demand their rights
Oh
 
Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah
 
How will I ever know?
I've always gotta know
Will you catch me?
 
Will you catch me when I fall? Oh yeah
From the highest heights of all? Oh yeah
Will you catch me?

Ya Got Trouble
From the show "The Music Man"
Composer(s): Meredith Wilson
Performer(s): Robert Preston;
and various other artists
 

Harold: 
Well, ya got trouble, my friend
Right here, I say trouble right here in River City
Why, sure, I'm a billiard player.
Certainly mighty proud to say
I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye
'Jever take and try to give an iron clad leave to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?

But just as I say it takes judgement
brains and maturity to score in a balk-line game
I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket
And I call that sloth
the first big step on the road to the depths of degreda
I say, first- medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle
And the next thing you know your son is playin' for money in a pinchback suit
And listenin' to some big out-o'-town jasper hear him tell about horserace gamblin'
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no, but a race where they set down right on the horse
Like to see some stuck up jockey boy sittin' on Dan Patch? 
Make your blood boil, well I should say

Now, folks, let me show you what I mean
You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum
With a capital 'B' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

And all week long, your River City youth'll be fritterin' away
I say, your young men'll be fritterin'F
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime, too
Hit the ball in the pocket

Never mind gettin' dandelions pulled or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded
Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught 
with a cistern empty on a Saturday night 
and that's trouble

Oh, ya got lots and lots o' trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers shirttails
young ones peekin' in the pool hall window after school
Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City with a capital 'T' 
and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank 
Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on 
while they're loafin' around that hall
They'll be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out Cubebs, tryin' out tailor-mades like cigarette fiends
And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen
Now one fine night they leave the pool hall 
headin' for the dance at the Armory Libertine
men and scarlet women and ragtime
Shameless music that'll grab your son
your daughter into the arms of a jungle animal instinct-massteria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold: Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school

Townspeople: 'trouble'

Harold: 
Mothers of River City, 
heed this warning before it's too late 
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption
The minute your son leaves the house
does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corncrib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Cap'n Billy's Whizbang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like... swell?
And... 'so's your old man'?

Well if so, my friends...

Ya got trouble

Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here in River City

Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: We've surely got trouble

Townspeople: We surely got trouble

Harold: Right here in River City

Townspeople: Right here

Harold: 
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
Oho, we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool

Townspeople: Devil's tool

Harold: Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble

Townspeople: Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble

Harold: With a 'T'

Townspeople: With a capital 'T'

Harold: And that rhymes with 'P'

Townspeople: That rhymes with 'P'

Harold: And that stands for pool

Townspeople: That stands for pool

Harold: Remember my friends, listen to me
because I pass this way but once

Stop! In The Name Of Love 
(French Version: Stop Au Nom De L'amour - 1972)
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
First release by: The Supremes - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 

Baby, baby 
I'm aware of where you go 
Each time you leave my door 
I watch you walk down the street 
Knowing your other love you'll meet 
But this time before you run to her 
Leaving me alone and hurt 
(Think it over) After I've been good to you? 
(Think it over) After I've been sweet to you? 

Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Think it over 
Think it over 

I've known of your 
Your secluded nights 
I've even seen her 
Maybe once or twice 
But is her sweet expression 
Worth more than my love and affection? 
But this time before you leave my arms 
And rush of to her charms 
(Think it over) Haven't I been good to you? 
(Think it over) Haven't I been sweet to you? 

Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Think it over 
Think it over 

I've tried so hard, hard to be patient 
Hoping you'd stop this infatuation 
But each time you are together I'm so afraid 
I'll be losing you forever 

Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 
Stop! In the name of love 
Before you break my heart 

Baby, think it over 
Think it over, baby 
Ooh, think it over baby...

Y'a Du Soleil À Vendre
Composer(s): R. Gall; H. Giraud
Performer(s): France Gall


Une petite métisse
Balançant sa jupe
À travers les passants se glisse
Et crie comme une perruche

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions

Presque femme encore enfant
Ange ou bien démon
Elle avance en se balançant
Que veut dire sa chanson

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions

Une petite métisse
Balançant sa jupe
À travers les passants se glisse
Et crie comme une perruche

Y a du soleil à vendre
Qu'il est chaud et qu'il est bon
Et si j'étais marchande
Je gagnerais des millions!

Stop Au Nom De L'amour
(Adapted from: Stop! In The Name Of Love - 1965)
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Claude François - 1972



Stop au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Je sais bien où tu t'en vas
Quand tu t'en vas comme un oiseau blessé
Je connais cet inconnu
Que tu retrouve dans la rue
Tu t'aimes à partager ton cœur
Mais moi dans mon coin j'ai peur

{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec le feu
{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec nous deux

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard

Si tu m'aimes
Si tu m'aimes

Je sais qu'avant d'en arriver là
Tu t'es longtemps battue contre toi
Mais ce soir sais-tu encore
Qui de nous deux est le plus fort?
Il est encore temps je crois de changer de chemin

{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec le feu
{Si tu m'aimes}
Ne joues plus avec nous deux

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard

Si tu m'aimes
Si tu m'aimes

Des jours, des nuits j'ai voulu comprendre
Et j'ai vraiment tout fait pour t'attendre
Mais ce soir tu vas vers lui
Je crois que j'ai perdu ma vie

Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop, au nom de l'amour
Stop

Y'a De La Joie
Composer(s): Charles Trenet
Performer(s): Mistinguett


{1er Refrain:}
Y a d'la joie
bonjour bonjour les hirondelles
Y a d'la joie dans le ciel par dessus le toit
Y a d'la joie et du soleil dans les ruelles
Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie
Tout le jour, mon cœur bat, chavire et chancelle
C'est l'amour qui vient avec je ne sais quoi
C'est l'amour bonjour, bonjour les demoiselles
Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie

Le gris boulanger bat la pâte à pleins bras
Il fait du bon pain du pain si fin que j'ai faim
On voit le facteur qui s'envole là-bas
Comme un ange bleu portant ses lettres au Bon Dieu
Miracle sans nom à la station Javel
On voit le métro qui sort de son tunnel
Grisé de ciel bleu de chansons et de fleurs
Il court vers le bois, il court à toute vapeur

{2e Refrain:}
Y a d'la joie la tour Eiffel part en balade
Comme une folle elle saute la Seine à pieds joints
Puis elle dit:
"Tant pis pour moi si j'suis malade
J'm'ennuyais tout' seule dans mon coin"
Y a d'la joie le percepteur met sa jaquette
Plie boutique et dit d'un air très doux, très doux
" Bien l'bonjour, pour aujourd'hui finie la quête
Gardez tout
Messieurs gardez tout"

Mais soudain voilà je m'éveille dans mon lit
Donc j'avais rêvé, oui, car le ciel est gris
Il faut se lever, se laver, se vêtir
Et ne plus chanter si l'on n'a plus rien à dir'
Mais je crois pourtant que ce rêve a du bon
Car il m'a permis de faire une chanson
Chanson de printemps, chansonnette d'amour
Chanson de vingt ans chanson de toujours.

{au 1er Refrain}

Just Get Out Of My Life
Composer(s): Gunter Johansen - Peter Match - José Juan Santana Rodriguez
First performance by: Andrea - 2009



Everybody's sayin' your love is like a prison
Everybody's tryin' to help me to come free
Everybody's talkin' 'bout all the things I'm missin'
And for all them reasons I must agree
 
It's too dangerous when we touch
And I love you much too much
Get out of my life, babe
 
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed
It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you
 
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive
 
Just get out of my life
Get out of my life
 
Well, you are like a moonbeam that makes me feel so lonely
You are like a mountain and I'm afraid to fall
Every time I'm certain you are my one and only
I know if you leave me, I'll lose it all
 
'Cause you're overwhelming me
You're too perfect, can't you see?
Please, get out of my life
 
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed
It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you
 
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive
Just get out of my life
 
Because I love you
More than you will ever know
Would be hard to let you go
But get out of my life
Get out of my life
 
It's beyond belief, but true
I became a slave to you
 
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes
Where I lose all of my drive
While I'm fighting to survive
 
Just get out of my life
Get out of my way, hey...
Or just stay

Ya Ana Ya Ana (Oh Me, Oh Me)
Composer(s): The Rahbani Brothers
Performer(s): Fairouz


Ya ana ya ana ana
wayak serna el esas el ghareeba
Ya ana ya ana ana
wayak w ensaraat makateebi
W aarfo enak habeebi
W aarfo enak habeebi

Ya ana ya ana harab el saif harabt aanaeed el zeena
W iza dhayaani el hawa she said b albak betlaaeeni
W khabeeni w la tkhabeeni
W khabeein w la tkhabeeni

Layaleek b eini shababeek medhweeni
Saferni habeebi saferni b layaleek
Wana aool la tesnsa aala tool la tensa
W oyounak takhedni w tooaadni b layaleek
Tarako tarako sahr el bal wel aashaa lam jnaho
Tarako asameehun al baba aala kateb el damaa w rahoo
Nesyoona w ertaho
Nesyoona w ertaho

Ya ana ya ana
Ya ana ya ana
Ya ana ya ana
Ana weyak

Stop Your Sobbing
Composer(s): Ray Davies
First release by: The Kinks - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now

It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now

Each little tear that falls from your eye
Makes, makes-a me want
To take you in my arms and tell you to stop all your sobbing

Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you

Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Sobbin' sobbin' sobbing

Y, Sin Pensar
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos


Subí al techo
a ver el huracán
y me senté a esperar
sin pensar
y saco fuerzas
de donde no hay
dejo mi mente en libertad
vagabundear

Oh! ven, ven a mí
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar
Ven tócame
es que prefiero volar
y no pensar

Cada pequeña cosa
que me das
la das como al caminar
sin pensar
Te vi del techo
mi puerta golpear
dijiste vi luz y pase
sin pensar

Ven, ven a mí
mejores cosas se dan
sin pensar
Oh nena ven! tócame
hoy solo quiero jugar
y no pensar

Oh! ven, ven a mí
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar
Oh nena ven! tócame
es que prefiero volar
y no pensar

Oh nena ven!, ven a mí
mejores cosas se dan
sin pensar
Ven tócame
me quiero comunicar
sin pensar

Te quiero, te extraño
te espero, deseo
Te quiero, te extraño
te espero, deseo
sin pensar

Illusion
Composer(s): William Tabanou - Casie Tabanou - Krassimir Avramov
First performance by: Krassimir Avramov - 2009



Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much

Show me all I’ve never seen
Wrong, it feels so wrong
To be a part from afar

Your lips can solve it for me
You don’t know how
You don’t know where to go, to go

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
‘Cause I want your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
Baby, I need you so much, so much

Aha… aha… aha…

(Give me, give me your time)
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
‘Cause I want your touch
I need you much
I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
All I want is your touch
I need you much
I need you so much

Give me, give me your time
Show me, show me you’re mine
So I want your touch
I need you much

Y Yo Te Di Una Flor
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
	 

Tú me ofendiste profundo y yo
te di una flor
tú me escupiste el rostro y yo
te di una flor
tú me amarraste las manos y yo
te di una flor
tú me pateaste el pecho y yo
te di una flor
tú me arrojaste al fuego y yo
te di una flor
tú esparciste mis cenizas y yo
te di una flor
te di una flor colorada y brillante
te di una flor para siempre encendida
te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor
te di una flor radiactiva

tú te burlaste de todo y yo
te di una flor
tú exterminaste mis hijos y yo
te di una flor
tú me borraste hasta el nombre y yo
te di una flor
tú silenciaste mi rastro y yo
te di una flor
tú me redujiste a nada y yo
te di una flor
tú respiraste apacible y yo
te di una flor
te di una flor colorada y brillante
te di una flor para siempre encendida
te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor
te di una flor radactiva