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Mit 17 Fängt Das Leben Erst An
((Adapted from: Save The Last Dance For Me (The Drifters) - 1960))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Schuman - Kurt Schwaback
Performer(s): Ivo Robic - 1961
Versions In Other Languages:
1961 - Dans Nog Eenmaal Met Mij (Fouryo's)
1961 - Garde-Moi La Dernière Danse (Dalida)
1961 - Chiudi Il Ballo Con Me (Dalida)
1962 - Bare Sidste Dans Bli'r Me' Mig (Grethe Sønck)
1968 - Lascia L'ultimo Ballo Per Me (The Rokes)
1981 - Bewaar De Laatste Dans Voor Mij (Will Tura)
1982 - Oh Darling, Dans Nog Eenmaal Met Mij (Johnny Camaro)
1984 - Natten Er Min (Bamses Venner)
1987 - De Laatste Dans (Corry Konings)
2001 - Vivir Cerca De Ti (Frank Galan)
Du wirst rot, wenn ein Mann zu dir sagt 'Du bist wunderschön' und dir Rosen schenkt Du wirst rot, wenn ein Mann zu dir sagt dass er Tag und Nacht nur an dich noch denkt
Doch nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer und denke stets daran Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Und dein Herz, wie es schlägt, wenn ein Mann deine Hand ergreift und sie zärtlich hält Und dein Herz, wie es schlägt, wenn er sagt dass ihm nichts so gut wie dein Mund gefällt
Doch nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer und denke stets daran Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Denn du weißt noch nicht was Liebe ist weil dein Leben erst begann Später sieht das alles anders aus liebst du erst einen Mann
Wenn du weinst, weil du plötzlich erfährst dass derselbe Mann eine and're küsst Wenn du weinst, weil das Glück dich verließ und dein Herz jetzt weiß, was Enttäuschung ist
Dann nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer und denke stets daran Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Dann nimm das alles nur nicht so schwer und denke stets daran Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an Mit 17 fängt das Leben erst an
Delaney's Donkey
Composer(s): Robert Hargreaves
Performer(s): Val Doonican
and multiple other artists
Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired Tempo'rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev'ry corner balancing his head And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed Riley slyly said "We've underrated it, why not train it?" Then he took a rag They rubbed it, scrubbed it They oiled and embrocated it Got it to the post And when the starter dropped his flag There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down The donkey was eyeing them Openly defying them Winking, blinking and twisting out of place Riley reversing it Ev'rybody cursing it The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race
The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch They couldn't budge the donkey a quarter of an inch Delaney lay exhausted, hanging round its throat With a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of 'em When it saw them, it was willing then It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of 'em They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw She started poking it, grabbing it and choking it It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed "Hee Haw!" The whigs, the conservatives Radical superlatives Libr'rals and tories They hurried to the place Stood there in unity Helping the community The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race
The crowd began to cheer it Then Rafferty, the judge He came to assist them, but still it wouldn't budge The jockey who was riding, little John MacGee Was so thoroughly disgusted that he went to have his tea Hagan, Fagan was students of psychology Swore they'd shift it with some dynamite They bought it, brought it, then without apology The donkey gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew P'lice, and auxil'ary The Garrison Artillery The Second Enniskillen's and the Life Guards too They seized it and harried it They picked it up and carried it Cheered it, steered it to the winning place Then the Bookies drew aside They all commited suicide Well, the day Delaney's donkey won the halfmile race
Any Ice Today, Lady? (A Collegiate Razz-Berry) Composer(s): Pat Ballard Performer(s): Fred Waring
Ice? Any ice?
Any ice today, lady? It's nice today, lady How about a piece of ice today? Oh, it's only a quarter You know that you oughter Hurry up before it melts away! Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am Not on your linoleum No, ma'am, no, ma'am Giddy-up, Napoleon! Your pop is a nice man And so's your old iceman Oh, lady, be good to me!
Any ice today, lady? It's nice today, lady How about a piece of ice today? Tell me why you don't order Some Eskimo water Though your credit's good, I wish you'd pay! Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am I'll give you a premium No, ma'am, no, ma'am Not enriched uranium I feel so silly I'll hand you a lily Oh, lady, be good to me!
Delaney Talks To Statues
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett - Amy Lee - Mac McAnally
Performer(s): W.O. Smith Music School Singers; Jimmy Buffett
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstands
She's growin' up too fast for me
And askin' lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I'm lookin' for suggestions
Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Volle Maan ((Adapted from: Maid Of Orleans (The Waltz Of Joan Of Arc) (by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) - 1982)) Composer(s): Andy McCluskey Performer(s): Leopold 3 - 1992
Een volle maan verlicht mijn start maar ik ben alleen in mijn hart ik slenter door een lege straal maar niemand die mij verwacht
kon ik maar vertellen wat mijn hart vraagt rond dit uur ik schreeuw het uit net als een kind maar blijf zoeken naar die vriend
Het ochtendlicht verzacht de pijn wil dan niemand bij je zijn
kon ik maar vertellen wat mijn hart vraagt rond dit uur ik schreeuw het uit net als een kind maar blijf zoeken naar die vriend
Runnin' cross the western plains he used to love so dear Freedom seemed so far away, as he runs all is not clear The only sound is a shot he fired at his captain on his heels His chest aches both with fire and fright as midnight sun draws near Stoppin' only to look behind his footprints in the snow Wonderin' should he go back now to clear his name, but no An accidental delivery, an Indian, he should know Doesn't get no second chance, no questions asked He keeps runnin', oh
Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail Oh Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run From the army boss
Scared and tired, but he could not stop His feet kept movin' on The weary eyes and the alibis of how that gun went off Accidental delivery, they'd never listen now And the only way to clear his name is taken from him, oh
Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run From the army boss
(You'd better watch out Delaney, yeah)
Sixteen years he lived so free on the prairies that he loved Now the word was out on him as they searched all about Yes, I fed the boy, afraid to stop with the army on his tail He had no chance to clear his name Now his home's the county jail
Oh Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail Oh Delaney, you better find you a railroad Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run From the army boss Now he's on the run from the army boss Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na
Maid Of Orleans (The Waltz Of Joan Of Arc) ((Dutch Version: Volle Maan (by Leopold 3) - 1992)) Composer(s): Andy McCluskey First release by: Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - 1982
If Joan of Arc Had a heart Would she give it as a gift
To such as me Who longs to see how an angel ought to be
Her dreams to give Her heart away Like an orphan along the way
She cared so much She offered up Her body to the grave
Del Sueño A La Poesía Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Un mundo de contrahechos se esparce en la cartulina bordado con punta fina como los pelos del pecho País en que los deshechos son amados todavía es la comarca sombría donde la luz se perdona porque allí van las personas del sueño a la poesía
En un sofá diminuto posa minúscula gente Unos sonríen al lente otros cuentan los minutos Bichejos de rostro enjuto se asoman a celosías y carroñeras arpías prestan garras al retablo mientras hace redonda el diablo del sueño a la poesía
Un pavorreal se pasea por un desván en penumbras y a su paso, que deslumbra la oscuridad se voltea ¿Qué transformó pluma en tea de apariciones umbrías? ¿Qué pasión, qué melodía tocó el corazón humano para conducir la mano del sueño a la poesía?
I was bored I would not compromise Wanted more So I looked in your eyes But it could have been any guy's It could have been any guy's eyes But your eyes were there And they started to stare But don't think that I care - No
Now you got The feeling you're great Cause we shared A few looks And I made one mistake But it could have been any one I was looking for that kind of fun And you were right there In love, all is fair But don't think that I care
Now you got A new friend I know So I'm packing my things And I'm going to go Please don't make a scene Don't cry You can't stop me if you try I love being free It's the best way to be Is she as pretty as me, huh?? Is she as pretty as me, huh?? Is she as pretty as me, huh?? Is she as pretty as me, huh-huh? Is she as pretty as me, huh
Any Girl In Love (Knows What I'm Going Through) Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes
Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through I've got an aching heart Makes me cry sometimes I've got an aching heart Makes me cry sometimes
For every aching heart Some tears must fall 'Cause when you lose the one you love You lose your all and all
Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through
The way I miss your loving Makes me cry sometimes The way I miss your loving Makes me cry sometimes
I gave you my love In you I had no doubts But as soon as love walked in You walked right out
Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through
The way you hesitate to kiss me Makes me cry sometimes The way you never seem to miss me Makes me cry sometimes But I never bother To wipe the tears from my face 'Cause I know another tear Will fall in it's place
Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through Any girl in love, ooh! Yeah, knows what I'm going through
Del Mio Amare Te ((English, French, & Spanish Versions: After Loving You (Charles Aznavour); De T'avoir Aimée (Charles Aznavour); De Quererte Así (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Georges Calabrese - Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Del mio amare te senza limiti Più servendoti che affrontandoti Non dormire più non pensare più Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te Del mio amare te corpo ed anima E negare che gli altri esistono Pur di credere solamente a te Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te Resta il mio parlare vuoto e inutile Le mie dita che non ti stringono La paura che da domani in poi Pur morendone ricomincerò Ad amare te Del mio amare te tormentandomni Seguendo idee, impazzendone E fino a morire d'andarmene Che mi resta ormai del mio amare te Se non tutt'al più La certezza che l'hai distrutto tu
Del Amor Ausente
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
(zamba)
Ya te vas... ya me voy... quedará en la tarde temblando mi voz Sobre mi guitarra, dolida la pena como yerbabuena vuelve a florecer Tu calor... virginal... perfumó de verde mi viejo nogal Me tiemblan las manos podando tu viña... Mi niña!.. .Mi niña!... ¡Qué pronto te vas! Llorará... tu partir... la nostalgia herida de mi guitarrear cuando en la alta noche llamando tu boca me muerda la loca ansiedad de ti Ya te vas... ya me voy... Dónde andaban antes tus ojos, mi amor! Galopé los mares buscando tu río Tengo mucho frío!... Dame tu calor! Andarás... andarás andando y mi amor quedará tan solo Pero el río que todo lo sabe quemará mis naves en tu corazon
Any Foolish Thing Composer(s): Michael McDonald - Chuck Sabatino Performer(s): Michael McDonald
I'm not used to saying things like that 'cause all my best intentions fall so flat But when it comes down to it My love for you knows no limit, darling I'll say, I'll do
Any foolish thing to call on your affection Any foolish thing to show how much I care Any foolish thing that we say might come about (any foolish thing that we say might just come true) Don't take it lightly, girl 'cause it could just work out (I'd bet it all on you) That this love won't be any foolish thing
I know you don't believe in every line you hear Forgive me if I'm sounding too sincere But I can't take chances you might slip away While I wait for the right time And place to say
Any foolish thing to call on your affection Any foolish thing to show how much I care Any foolish thing that we say might come about (any foolish thing that we say might just come true) Don't take it lightly, girl 'cause it could just work out (I'd bet it all on you) That this love won't be any foolish thing
Could turn you away Can lead you astray
Or shadow this love I feel Anything I say Might make you see That deep in my heart Your love is safe with me
Any foolish thing to call on your affection Any foolish thing to show how much I care Any foolish thing that we say might come about (any foolish thing that we say might just come true) Don't take it lightly, girl 'cause it could just work out (I'd bet it all on you) That this love won't be any foolish thing
Del 63 Composer(s): Fito Paéz Performer(s): Fito Paéz
Nací en el 63, con Kennedy a la cabeza una melodía en la nariz creo que hasta el aire estaba raro mediaba marzo El mundo me hizo crecer entre zanahoria y carnes el 69 me encontró viendo a ese hombre en esa luna televisada Y vino el colegio, y vino Vietnam los yankees juraban amar el Napalm Jobim me dormía en la noche cuando todo era calma Tocaba folclore y después rock & roll y ahí llegó Lennon hablando de amor ¿qué pasa en la tierra que el cielo cada vez es más chico? El barrio está igual que ayer voltearon la casa de al lado La gente está igual que ayer con un par de años encima Después empecé a fumar en cada rincón oscuro ya corría el 76, no se puede andar solo en la calle, sin un revólver Y así tuve una mujer en el medio de mis piernas como la marea, un día se fue como bicicleta andaba el mundo apresurado Recuerdo lugares de mi ciudad recuerdo aquel beso en el medio del cine recuerdo al guardián de la plaza con su palo de escoba Hoy mataron a un hombre de pie en Nueva York comienza otra década a todo motor el viento me toca la cara marca un cambio de rumbo El barrio está igual que ayer voltearon la casa de al lado la gente está igual que ayer con un par de guerras encima Y así empecé el 83 son casi 20 años de historia El siglo muere y no cambia más está agonizando en cualquier hospital nosotros tenemos la culpa y hay que solucionarlo Llamemos al débil y al orador al mozo, al poeta, al músico, al peón Llamemos a todos los hombres que el banquete está listo
Papa Tango Charlie Composer(s): Philippe Adler - Mort Shuman Performer(s): Mort Shuman
Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Vous vous dirigez plein sud Vers le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie Je vous entends très bien Ici Papa Tango Charlie Me laisserez-vous enfin Je n'ai plus besoin de vous Je vole par vent debout Je vais noyer ma solitude Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Vous n'allez pas d'habitude Vers le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie Je vous entends déjà moins bien Ici Papa Tango Charlie Auriez vous compris enfin J'ai perdu celle que j'aimais Je ne la retrouverai jamais Je vais noyer ma solitude Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Vous perdez de l'altitude Sur le triangle des Bermudes
Ici Papa Tango Charlie Je n'entends cette fois plus rien Ici Papa Tango Charlie Vous m'avez laissé enfin Mon avion est comme fou Moi, je me moque de tout Je vais noyer ma solitude Dans le triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Une réponse sur latitude Du triangle des Bermudes
Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie Répondez nous vous cherchons Allô Papa Tango Charlie Allô Papa Tango Charlie
Dejen Las Armas Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ana quiere tener un bebé y el gobierno no la deja Oscar quiere dejar de estudiar y ponerse a trabajar Ursula está sola Juan se fue y el nene llora todo el mundo tiene derecho a fallar para volverlo a intentar
Por eso Hey! Solo dejen las armas Hey! Es inútil pelear Hey! Solo dejen las armas con eso no hay que jugar
Cien mil barriles de plutonio bajo el taller de Antonio Va a haber un escape de gas y el gasista no va a estar Nos mientes de ambos lados nos espían los costados Cuando van a censurar la pornografía nuclear
Por eso Hey! Solo dejen las armas Hey! Es inútil pelear Hey! Solo dejen las armas con eso no hay que jugar
Tengo balas en el alma y en carne viva tu amor ya sabés que me haces falta tenés que venir vení por mí vení por mí
Hey! Solo dejen las armas Hey! Solo dejen las armas Hey! Es inútil pelear Hey! Solo dejen las armas Hey! Es inútil pelear
Any Day Now (My Wild Beautiful Bird) Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Bob Hilliard Performer(s): Chuck Jackson and multiple other artists
Any day now I will hear you say "Goodbye, my love" And you'll be on your way Then my wild beautiful bird, you will have flown, oh Any day now I'll be all alone, whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa
Any day now, when your restless eyes meet someone new Oh, to my sad surprise Then the blue shadows will fall all over town, oh Any day now love will let me down, whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa
Oh my wild beautiful bird, you will have flown, oh Any day now I'll be all alone
I know I shouldn't want to keep you If you don't want to stay-ay Until you go forever I'll be holding on for dear life Holding you this way Begging you to stay
Any day now when the clock strikes "Go" You'll call it off And then my tears will flow Then the blue shadows will fall all over town, oh Any day now love will let me down cuz you won't be around
Don't fly away, my beautiful bird Don't, don't fly away
