In A Little Spanish Town
(Dutch Version: Aan Het Spaanse Strand - 1974)
Composer(s): Sam Lewis; Joe Young; Mabel Wayne
First release by: Paul Whiteman & His Orch. - 1926
Covered by multiple other artists



In a little Spanish town, 'twas on a night like this
Stars were peek-a-booing down, 'twas on a night like this
I whispered "Be true to me" and she sighed "si, si"
Many skies have turned to grey because we're far apart
Many moons have passed away and she's still in my heart
We made a promise and sealed it with a kiss
In a little Spanish town, 'twas on a night like this

Nada Particular
Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ross Collum;
Sandy McLelland; Andy Ross; Toulson-Clarke
Performer(s): Miguel Bosé; Ana Torroja



Vuelo herido y no sé adonde ir
con la rabia cansada de andar
me han pedido que olvide todo
enfin...  nada particular

Otra vida y volver a empezar
No te pido una patria fugaz
Dignamente un abrazo
enfin...  nada particular

Canta y vuela libre
como canta la paloma

Dame una isla en
el medio del mar
Llámala Libertad
Canta fuerte hermano
Dime que el viento no
no la hundira

Que mi historia no traiga dolor
que mis manos trabajen la paz
que si muero me mates de amor
nada particular

In A Little Dutch Kindergarten (aka Down By The Zuiderzee)
Composer(s): Herre De Vos - Al Bryan - L. Rosenstock
Performer(s): Bobby Breen



In a little Dutch kindergarten
By the little old Zuiderzee
There was started the sweetest romance
That anyone could see
She was dimpled and round and rosy
There was mischief within his eyes
But the teacher was never nosey
So the teacher never got wise
They would share their sweets 
Each day in the sweetest way
That was twenty years ago 
And they do the same today
Now they're married and they're so happy
And they're sending their children three
To that little Dutch kindergarten
Down by the Zuiderzee

Nada Nos Separará
Composer(s): Jean Felix; Francis Lalanne
Performer(s): José Feliciano



Prométeme amor mío
que si vives más que yo
nunca sufrirás el frío
de la ausencia que cayó
si la muerte me programa
en su gran computador
no pienses que será un drama
no piense en lo peor

Piensa en mí como te quiero
nada nos separará
piensa en mi cómo te quiero
y eso nos protegerá
piensa en mi cómo te quiero
nuestra vida no se irá
aunque me lleve la muerte con ella
nada nos separará

En primavera el invierno
siempre se convertirá
y en paraíso el infierno
si lo quieres cambiará
si la muerte me programa
en su gran computador
sólo me sacará el alma
no se llevará mi amor

Piensa en mi cómo te quiero......

In A Golden Coach (There's a Heart of Gold)
Composer(s): Ronald Jamieson; Harry Leon
Performer(s): Dickie Valentine; Billy Cotton



On a day in June, when the flowers are in Bloom
That day will make history, yes, world history 
The warm, friendly sun will shine down on dear old London town
And this wonderful picture you'll see

In a golden coach, there's a heart of gold
Driving through old London town
With the sweetest Queen the world's ever seen
Wearing her golden crown
As she drives in state through the palace gate
Her beauty the whole world will see
In a golden coach there's a heart of gold
That belongs to you and me

In a golden coach, there's a heart of gold
Driving through old London town
She's the sweetest Queen the world's ever seen
Wearing her golden crown.
As she drives in state through the palace gate
Her beauty the whole world will see
In a golden coach there's a heart of gold
That belongs to you and me

Nada Más Que Nada
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute



Heridas como manos enlazadas
con nudos de una silenciosa trampa
temores que deforman las palabras
sonidos de mortal ineficacia
intentan una equívoca jugada
gratuita como el aire de las jaulas
enferma la razón tiene morada
haciendo de saliva a las montañas

Qué pasa, que no hay nada más que nada
nada de nada
nada más que nada

El frío del pasado a las espaldas
construye espejos tras cada ventana
la luz, cuando una vela está apagada
tropieza con su llama imaginaria
Se agrieta una canción en la guitarra
regando sus latidos en voz baja
y así, inexorable, el tiempo pasa
inmóvil, detenido en su mortaja

Qué pasa, que no hay nada más que nada
nada de nada
nada más que nada

In A Country Churchyard
Composer(s): Chris de Burgh
Performer(s): Chris de Burgh



In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people
Gathered all around to join a man and woman
Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill
A lovely girl is coming down
To give her hand upon her wedding day...

Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair
Music as she walks slowly to the altar
And picking up his bible then the preacher turns towards her
"Will you take this man to be your wedded husband
to honour and love in the eyes of God above
Now let the people sing with me
The words to live forever in your heart... 

Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly away" 

Many years have fallen on that golden country morning
The graveyard's overgrown, the church lies in ruins
Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me
As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone
I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves
And suddenly it seemed to me
I heard the words like singing in the trees... 

Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...

Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly, fly away...

Nada Mas Preciado
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Tu amor es un karma 
Es parte de la red 
Pero me hace bien 
 
Tu amor es una danza 
Y volvemos a caer 
En la trampa 
Muy bien, hombre rana 
No te fíes de mí, voy siguiéndote 
Ya sé mis entrañas 
También hay flores para tí esperándote 
 
Nada más preciado para mí 
 
Salvando las entrañas 
Apenas toco tu piel 
Voy abriéndome 
Si calmo mis ansias 
Podré pasar de ser un pez a un demente 
 
La verdad es que no me importa 
Sólo trato de hacerlo bien 
Como un loco perdido en la lluvia mi amor 
Descalzo 
 
Nada más preciado para mi

In A Big Country
Composer(s): Stuart Adamson; Mark Brzezicki; Tony Butler; Bruce Watson
First release by: Big Country - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists



Come up screaming
Come up screaming
I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through
Another season passes by you
I never took the smile away from anybody's face
And that's a desperate way to look
For someone who is still a child
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
Stay alive
So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive 
Stay alive
Stay alive

Nada Del Mundo Real
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Nada del mundo real
nada del mundo real
desaparecerá, desaparecerá...

...nada en el mundo es real
nada en el mundo es real
desaparecerá, desaparecerá...

El calor de la mañana
sensación de estar en nada
corazón dentro de mi alma
nuestro amor fue con el agua...

Cine trash de los suicidas
altamar de las heridas
luz de gas
luz tan divina
y es así
pasa la vida
solo la vida
única vida...

...es nuestra vida
nada del mundo real

Eleven More Months And Ten More Days
Composer(s): Arthur Fields - Fred Hall
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists



I’m in the lock-up 20 days, just 20 days ago
I met the judge, the kind old judge, who was feeling fine and so
He gave me just a year in jail
A sociable sort of gink
All on account of a gallon of beer that I thought I could drink

In 11 more months and 10 more days 
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose

The other day, the warden said
We’d like to bring you cheer 
And give you lots of different sports
While you are stopping here
Now just what athletics do you think that you would you like?
I said - if it’s all the same to you
I’d like to go on an ‘ike

In 11 more months and 10 more days 
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose

Now we play football once a week
And you should see the score
Every player steals a goal
He’s stolen things before
There’s lots of folks
Who’d like to see us when we play
But they built a wall around the place
To keep the crowds away

In 11 more months and 10 more days 
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose

One dreary winter’s evening
When the place was covered in gloom
There came an ominous rumbling
From the prisoners’ dining room
“Oh, the food is simply atrocious here                   
I much prefer Sing-Sing”
There were shouts and roars
And banging of doors
And bells began to ring (That’s enough!)
It was mutiny in the prison – a terrible sin
The warden ran to the dining room
To try and stop the din
And what do you think he saw there
When at last he did get in?
A man was on top of a table
Doing a song and a dance
He shouted to the warden
“Here – I won the Treble Chance”
The warden’s face turned purple
And he bellowed out: Oh heck                         
You can’t leave here for another year
So how will you cash the cheque?

In 11 more months and 10 more days 
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose

Nada
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael



Nada, nada de lo tuyo necesito
Nada, nada, ni tu amor que ya no es mio
Nada, nada, yo de ti ya no quiero nada
Llevate los libros que leias
Y el sillon en que tu te sentabas
Y aquel vaso gris en que bebias
Llevate el aroma de tu cuerpo
Que a mi no me quede nada por la casa
Ni siquiera el eco de un recuerdo
Nada, nada, nada, nada

Nada, nada de lo tuyo me hace falta
Nada, nada, ni siquiera tus palabras
Nada, nada, yo de ti ya no quiero nada
Llevate las noches de cariño
Las paredes blancas que nos vieron
Y las cosas que nos prometimos
No te dejes nada por favor
Que no quede nada de este amor
Que no queda nada, nada

Impressioni Di Settembre
Composer(s): Franco Mussida; Mogol; Mauro Pagani
First release by: Premiata Forneria Marconi - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me
cerco il sole, ma non c'è
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so
Già l'odor di terra, odor di grano
sale adagio verso me
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano
respiro la nebbia, penso a te
Quanto verde tutto intorno, e ancor più in là
sembra quasi un mare d'erba
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda...
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me
Faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già fuggito
respiro la nebbia, penso a te
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono un uomo, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo
e intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già
il giorno come sempre sarà

Nada
Composer(s): Jose Dames; Horacio Sanguinetti
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto;
and various other artists



He llegado hasta tu casa
yo no se como he podido!
si me han dicho que no estas
que ya nunca volveras...
Si me han dicho que te has ido
cuanta nieve hay en mi alma!
que silencio hay en tu puerta!
al llegar hasta el umbral
un candado de dolor
me detuvo el corazon

Nada, nada queda en tu natal
solo telarañas que teje el yuyal
el rosal tampoco existe
y es seguro que se ha muerto al irte tú
todo es una cruz!
Nada, nada mas que tristeza y quietud
nadie que me diga si vives aún
donde estas para decirte
que hoy he vuelto arrepentido
a buscar tu amor

Ya me alejo de tu casa
y me voy yo ni se a donde
sin querer te digo adiós
y hasta el eco de tu voz
de la nada me responde
En la cruz de tu candado
por tu pena yo he rezado
y ha rodado en tu portón
una lagrima hecha flor
de mi pobre corazón

Impossible!: It's Possible!
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein IIImpossible
Performer(s): Edith Adams & Julie Andrews
and multiple other artists



Fairy Godmother: 
Cinderella?

Cinderella: 
Who are you?

Fairy Godmother: 
I'm your fairy godmother

Cinderella: 
How beautiful you are

Fairy Godmother: 
I'm made of all of your most beautiful hopes and dreams and wishes

Cinderella: 
Oh, Fairy godmother, I have only one wish just now.... to go to the ball.... and I know it is impossible

Fairy Godmother: 
Impossible? 
Bah, what's a fairy godmother for?

Cinderella: 
To make my wish come true?

Fairy Godmother: 
If you wish it hard enough 
Now let me see you'll need a coach, and four horses, and a coachman, and a groom

Cinderella: 
Is it possible to get those things by wishing for them?

Fairy Godmother: 
Well, the sensible people of this world will say
Fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee and fiddley faddley foddle all the wishes in the world are poppy cock and twoddle.

Cinderella: 
Aren't they?

Fairy Godmother: 
Not always 
The sensible people will also say
Fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee and fiddley faddley foodle all the dreamers in the world are dizzy in the noodle

Cinderella: 
And aren't they?

Fairy Godmother: 
Not always, especially when there is someone who loves you to help you 
Now, to work 
For a coach I believe I see a pumpkin over there -- that'll do very nicely

Cinderella: 
A pumpkin?

Fairy Godmother: 
I see you have four pet mice in a cage .. they'll do very nicely for the horses

Cinderella: 
Mice? 
For horses?

Fairy Godmother: 
Mm hmm.. 
Now let me see, something's peering at us from under that shrub 
Oh yes, it's a fine fat rat with whiskers, and his brother they'll do very nicely for the coachman and the groom

Cinderella: 
Oh, dear Fairy Godmother it all seems so impossible!!

Fairy Godmother: 
Impossible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage 
Impossible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage 
And four white mice will never be four white hourses 
Such fol-de-rol and fiddle dee dee of courses 
Impossible! 
But the world is full of zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules and won't believe what sensible people say .. 
And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes impossible things are happening every day!

Cinderella: 
Impossible!

Fairy Godmother:
Impossible!

Cinderella: 
Impossible!

Fairy Godmother: 
Impossible!

Cinderella: 
And remember how very very hard I am wishing!

Fairy Godmother: 
Impossible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.. 
Impossible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage 
And four white mice will never be four white horses..

Cinderella: 
They will!!

Fairy Godmother: 
Such fol-de rol and fiddle dee dee of courses Impossible!

Cinderella: 
But the world is full of zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules and won't believe what sensible people say

Both: 
And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes impossible things are happening every day

Fairy Godmother: 
Look!

Cinderella: 
Oh, oh, it is a golden coach, and four white horses and a coachman and a groom

Fairy Godmother: 
You are going to the ball

Cinderella: 
Oh, oh my clothes

Fairy Godmother: 
Oh dear of course how thoughtless of me 
There!!

Cinderella: 
Oh Fairy Godmother how beautiful!! 
I am dressed like a princess

Fairy Godmother: 
And here are your slippers

Cinderella: 
They're made of glass

Fairy Godmother: 
Put them on

Cinderella: 
They fit perfectly!

Fairy Godmother: 
Now! 
You are ready for the ball
But there is one thing you must remember 
You must leave before the stroke of midnight, for the magic will last no longer

Cinderella:  
I will remember 
Oh fairy godmother how wonderful it all is!!

Cinderella: 
It's possible for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage 
It's possible for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage

Fairy Godmother: 
And four white mice are easily turned to horses 
Such fal de rah and fiddle dee dee of courses 
Quite possible!

Both: 
It's possible!

Cinderella: 
For the world is full of zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules and won't believe what sensible people say

Both: 
And because these daft and dewey eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes Impossible things are happening every day

Cinderella: 
It's possible

Fairy Godmother: 
It's possible

Cinderella: 
It's possible

Fairy Godmother:
It's possible

Cinderella: 
It's possible

Fairy Godmother:
It's possible

Both: 
It's possible!!

Naast Jou
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Nee, ik heb nog niets begrepen van je woorden
'k Heb m'n moed nog lang niet bij elkaar geraapt
Ik weet zeker nu dat ik jou huilen hoorde
Je ligt naast me en je doet alsof je slaapt

En ik weet dat jij als ik je aan wil raken
Kribbig afweert alsof ik een vreemde ben
Ik ben bang voor jouw gezicht als we ontwaken
Ik ben bang dat ik je dan niet eens meer ken

En ik kan jouw lichaam in het donker naast me 
Bijna zien, ik ken er ieder plekje van
Misschien zie ik je nooit meer en het verbaast me 
Dat ik nu zo kalm en helder denken kan

Ik herken zelfs jouw manier van ademhalen 
In het donker van ons harde smalle bed 
En ik voel de warmte van je lichaam stralen 
Al heb je mij dan ook in de kou gezet

'k Weet nog goed de eerste nacht dat wij hier waren
Het was winter en je had de trein gemist
In mijn bed lag jij wat voor je uit te staren 
Omdat jij er nog niet al te veel van wist

En ik wilde wel heel graag ervaren lijken 
Maar ik wist er ook niet veel meer van dan jij
'S Morgens durfden wij elkaar niet aan te kijken
Ik had er spijt van en was toch wel heel erg blij

Het is weer ochtend en de zon is al gaan schijnen
Door mijn wimpers zie ik je in de kamer staan 
In het zachte licht dat valt door de gordijnen
En je schaamt je nu voor mij, je kleedt je aan

Ik hoop dat ik nooit zo'n nacht meer zal beleven 
En het geeft niet of ik mijn gevoel verdruk
Maar je hebt me bij het afscheid iets gegeven
De herinnering aan liefde en geluk

En ik spring uit bed, ik gooi de ramen open
Mensen zwermen op het plein, de lucht is blauw
Ik wil zonder doel en zonder wegen lopen 
En gelukkig zijn, als is het niet met jou

'k Wil naar zee toe om te rijden op de golven
Ik wil vliegen als een vogel in de lucht
In de wolken zijn of onder schuim bedolven
't Is voorbij en ik ben vrij en met een zucht

Met een lach en met een traan ben ik door straten 
Van de stad waar het nu lente is, gegaan
En ik heb de winter achter me gelaten
Onze liefde kan niet langer meer bestaan

Maar al ga ik hier vandaan, toch blijf ik zingen
Ik heb altijd nog een lied en m'n gitaar
Ik blijf dromen van precies dezelfde dingen
'k Zal je weer zien en we blijven bij elkaar

Impossible
Composer(s): Steve Allen
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists



If they had ever told me
How sweet a kiss could be
I would have said, “Impossible
Impossible for me”

And if they said, “You’ll find love
Beyond the rainbow’s end”
I would have said, “Impossible
Impossible, my friend”

To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems I’m livin’ in
A dream too beautiful to be

If they had said a moonbeam
Would calm a stormy sea
I would have said, “Impossible”
But now at last I see
That nothing is impossible
If you are here with me

Naar Oostland
(Traditional)



Naar Oostland willen wij rijden
Naar Oostland willen wij mee
Al over die groene heiden
Fris over die heiden
Daar is er een betere stee

Als wij binnen Oostland komen,
Al onder dat hoge huis fijn
Daar worden wij binnen gelaten
Fris over die heiden
Zij heten ons willekom zijn

Ja, willekom moeten wij wezen
Zeer willekom moeten wij zijn
Daar zullen wij avond en morgen
Fris over die heiden
Nog drinken de koele wijn

Wij drinken de wijn er uit schalen
En 't bier ook zo veel ons belieft
Daar is het zo vrolijk te leven
Fris over die heiden
Daar woont er mijn zoete lief

Imposible
Composer(s): Agustín Lara	
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Yo sé que es imposible que me quieras
que tu amor para mí fue pasajero
y que cambias tus besos por dinero
envenenando así mi corazón

No creas que tus infamias de perjura
incitan mi rencor para olvidarte
Te quiero más y más en vez de odiarte
y tu castigo se lo dejo a Dios

No creas que tus infamias de perjura
incitan mi rencor para olvidarte
Te quiero más y más en vez de odiarte
y tu castigo se lo dejo a Dios

Naar Het Land Van De Zon
Performer(s): Rocco Granata



Ga je mee naar het land van de zon
De grote zon, een luchtballon

Geef mij je hand
Ik weet een land
Waar alles goed is
Geef mij je hand

Ga je mee naar het land van de zon
De grote zon, een luchtballon
Zing maar met mee met mijn accordeon
En wuif eens blij naar elk balkon

Roep naar je vriendjes 'kom mee'
En speel je blokfluit voor twee
Want iedereen moet het horen
Ik weet een land

Geef me je lach
Iedere dag
Zoen heel de wereld
Geef me je lach

Ga je mee naar het land van de zon
De grote zon, een luchtballon
Zing maar met mee met mijn accordeon
En wuif eens blij naar elk balkon

Roep naar je vriendjes 'kom mee'
En speel je blokfluit voor twee
Want iedereen moet het horen
Ik weet een land

Geef me je hart
Blank, geel en zwart
Zing van de vreugde
Geef me je hart

Ga je mee naar het land van de zon
De grote zon, een luchtballon
Zing maar met mee met mijn accordeon
En wuif eens blij naar elk balkon

Roep naar je vriendjes 'kom mee'
En speel je blokfluit voor twee
Want iedereen moet het horen
Ik weet een land

Ga je mee naar het land van de zon
De grote zon, een luchtballon
Zing maar met mee met mijn accordeon
En wuif eens blij naar elk balkon

Roep naar je vriendjes 'kom mee'