Zondag 8 april 2007
Bojangles Of Harlem
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Bojangles Of Harlem
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Zaterdag 7 april 2007
Lejana Tierra Mia
Lejana Tierra Mia
Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Alfredo Le Pera
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
and multiple other artists
Lejana tierra mìa
bajo tu cielo , bajo tu cielo
quiero morirme un dìa
con tu consuelo, con tu consuelo
y oir el canto de oro
de tus campanas, que tanto añoro
no sè si al contemplarte
al regresar
sabrè reir o llorar
Silencio de mi aldea
que sòlo quiebra, la serenata
de un ardiente romeo
bajo una dulce, luna de plata
en un balcòn florido
se oyò el murmullo, de un juramento
que la brisa llevò con el rumor
de otras cuitas de amor
Siempre està, el balcòn
con su flor, y su sol
tu no estàs, faltas tù
¡oh mi amor!…
lejana tierra mìa
de mis amores, ¡como te nombro!
en mis noches sin sueños
con las pupilas, llenas de asombro
dime estrellita mìa
que no son vanas, mis esperanzas
que tu sabes que pronto
he de volver, a mi viejo querer
Zaterdag 7 april 2007
Boire Un Petit Coup C'est Agréable
Boire Un Petit Coup C'est Agréable
Composer(s): Valbonne; Félix Boyer
Boire un petit coup c'est agréable
Boire un petit coup c'est doux
Mais il ne faut pas rouler dessous la table
Boire un petit coup c'est agréable
Boire un petit coup c'est doux
Allons dans les bois ma mignonette
Allons dans les bois du roi!
Nous y cueillerons la frîche violette
Allons dans les bois ma mignonette
Allons dans les bois du roi!
Non Firmin, tu n'auras pas ma rose
Non Firmin, tu n'l'auras pas
Car Monsieur le curé a défendu la chose
Non Firmin, tu n'auras pas ma rose
Non Firmin, tu n'l'auras pas
J'aime le jambon et la saucisse
J'aime le jambon c'est bon!
Mais j'aime encore mieux le lait de ma nourrice
J'aime le jambon et le saucisse
J'aime le jambon c'est bon!
Vrijdag 6 april 2007
Leïla Et Les Chasseurs
Leïla Et Les Chasseurs
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs
Pas la peine de mentir
Leïla sait ce que veut dire
Ce feu sous les paupières blanches
Qui fixe le dessous de ses hanches
Des mots humides de pluie
Qui meurent aussitôt dits
Des corps tendus immobiles
Après les éclairs faciles
Leïla, elle les connaît trop
Faux nez et faux numéros
Même par terre même morts
Et quand même les plus forts
Les phrases pleines de détours
Qui craignent la lumière du jour
Ils cachent tous quelque chose
Ils chassent tous quelque chose
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs
Y a ceux qui pleurent de joie
En ajoutant une croix
Ceux qui l'aiment à tout jamais
Qui ont un avion juste après
Ceux qui ont des barques sur la Seine
Trop loin pour que je t'y emmène
Ceux qui ont de l'or plein les châteaux
Ceux qui ont des ports pleins de bateaux
Ils parlent tellement fort
Ils sont tellement nombreux
Qu'un soir de fatigue elle s'endort
Contre la peau de l'un d'eux
Pour peu qu'il soit d'une autre sorte
Un peu moins menteur que les autres
Elle aura le gris du matin
Et les fleurs du papier peint
Leïla si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs
Leïla, si tu savais les yeux qu'elle a
Quand elle voit s'approcher les chasseurs, les chasseurs
Leïla n'y peut pas grand chose
Si elle a la fraîcheur des roses
Elle est la cible de vos flèches
Mais c'est pas vous qu'elle cherche
Elle rêve d'un fragile, d'un fou
Qui l'embrasse au quinzième rendez-vous
Qui tremble en lui prenant la main
Et surtout qui ne dise rien
Leïla, elle les connaît trop
Faux nez et faux numéros
Même par terre même morts
Et quand même les plus forts
Ils cachent tous quelque chose
Ils chassent tous quelque chose
Vrijdag 6 april 2007
Boing Bong
Boing Bong
Composer(s): M. Falconnier; Georges Garvarentz; M. Taynor
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell & Les Chaussettes Noires
Boing bong, un jour je reviendrai
Boing bong, toi tu seras là pour moi
Boing bong, et je t'embrasserai
Boing bong, on s'embrassera cent fois
Tout bas tu m'as juré
De ne pas m'oublier
Alors je vais sans trop de peine
M'en aller loin de toi
Moi j'emporte ton cœur
Mais surtout n'aie pas peur
Avant que ton chagrin ne vienne
Je serai dans tes bras
Boing bong, tu m'as dit que nous deux
Boing bong, ça ne finirait jamais
Boing bong, je sais qu'un jour heureux
Boing bong, moi je reviendrai, oh ouais
Tout bas tu m'as juré
De ne pas m'oublier
Alors je vais sans trop de peine
M'en aller loin de toi
Moi j'emporte ton cœur
Mais surtout n'aie pas peur
Avant que ton chagrin ne vienne
Je serai dans tes bras
Boing bong, tu m'as dit que nous deux
Boing bong, ça ne finirai jamais
Boing bong, je sais qu'un jour heureux
Boing bong, moi je reviendrai
Donderdag 5 april 2007
Leider
Leider
Composer(s): Willy Hoffmann - F. Ohlsen
Performer(s): Liesbeth List
Leider bin ich verliebt in dich
Leider
Leider
Leider bist du der Mann für mich
Leider
Leider
Was du tust, ich haße dich
Ich sag' mir ich verlaße dich
und komm von dir niemals los
Leider war ich vor Liebe blind
Leider
Leider
Leider bist du wie allen sind
Leider
Leider
Doch ist's jetzt zu spät und auch egal
denn leider liebe ich dich nunmal
Was du tust, ich haße dich
Ich sag' mir ich verlaße dich
und komm von dir niemals los
Leider war ich vor Liebe blind
Leider
Leider
Leider bist du wie allen sind
Leider
Leider
Doch ist's jetzt zu spät und auch egal
denn leider liebe ich dich nunmal
Leider
Donderdag 5 april 2007
Boiled Beef And Carrots
Boiled Beef And Carrots
Performer(s): Harry Champion
Boiled beef and carrots
Boiled beef and carrots
That's the stuff for your "Derby Kel"
It makes you fit and keeps you well
Don't live like vegetarians
On food they give to parrots
From morn till night, blow out your kite
On boiled beef and carrots!
Woensdag 4 april 2007
Leicester Square Rag
Leicester Square Rag
Composer(s): Harry Roy
Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band
and multiple other artists
Should you have the grace to go dancing and if you want somewhere to go
Leicester Square’s the place for romancing so come along now to the show
Take a tube, a bus or a taxi and you will find time will not drag
Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng
When they do the Leicester Square Rag
Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag
See all the people there, couples are everywhere
Doing the Leicester Square Rag
Now’s the time, is everybody ready? Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Come on along now, where the lights are all bright
Come on along now, it’s a wonderful sight
Come on along now, take a step to the right
Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom
You sure to make it when you hear the refrain
If you cannot make it, you will soon ascertain
And once you got it, you wanna do it again
Sing pom-tiddley-om-pom, pom-pom
Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag
Follow the crowd, join in the merry throng
When they do the Leicester Square Rag
The latest rag is all the talk of London Town and old New York
In Paris, too, it’s all the rage, on boulevards and every stage
In old Brazil, the rumba queens are changing styles
And now it seems they wanna learn the newest phase
This very latest rag, the London craze
Now’s the time to go, come on don’t be slow, take your partners round
Everybody’s doing it, soon you’ll be doing it, you’ll say it’s grand
Bring along your dancing shoes, soon you’ll forget the blues, follow the band
You will find the rhythm entrancing, so hurry up, don’t ever lag
Follow the crowd along, join in the merry throng
When they do the Leicester Square Rag
Now’s the time
Is everybody ready?
Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Come and do the Leicester Square Rag
Woensdag 4 april 2007
Boi Voador Não Pode
Boi Voador Não Pode
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Ruy Guerra
Performer(s): MPB-4
Quem foi, quem foi
Que falou no boi voador
Manda prender esse boi
Seja esse boi o que for
O boi ainda dá bode
Qual é a do boi que revoa
Boi realmente não pode
Voar à toa
É fora, é fora, é fora
É fora da lei, é fora do ar
É fora, é fora, é fora
Segura esse boi
Proibido voar
Dinsdag 3 april 2007
Lei (Umberto Tozzi)
Lei
Composer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Esco con lei, mi trucco un po', lentamente
t'aspetterò' fischietto un po', dolcemente
fuori città nell'omertà' l'amerò' sognando
ha gli occhi blu e non lo fa chiaramente
chiede di più ma mi amerà veramente
ci penso un po' "ti amo o no" e sento finalmente
le sue mani e lei...
e' tutto quello che vorrei...e' lei
che riempie tutti i giorni miei...e' lei
che sogno tante verità...e' lei
che sola da' felicità...e per lei
finché vivrò non avrò no, e l'amerò'
esco da lì se non e' così come un pazzo
me ne andrò (via via via via) lontano
ma ha gli occhi blu (ha gli occhi blu)
e lo farà chiaramente
e vorrò di più (vorrò di più), se mi amerà veramente
ci pensa un po' (ci pensa un po')
dice di no (dice di no), e dolcemente
sento le (le le le le ) sue mani
lei, e' tutto un mare di trofei
e' lei, che copre tanti sbagli miei
e' lei che sa inventarti come sei
per lei, io aspetto l'anno che vorrei
e per lei, finché vivrò non avrò no e l'amerò'
ci pensa un po', dice di no e dolcemente
sento (le le le le) sue mani ...
Dinsdag 3 april 2007
Bohemian Rhapsody
Bohemian Rhapsody
Composer(s): Freddie Mercury
Originally performed by: Queen
Covered by various other artists
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Maandag 2 april 2007
Legs
Legs
Composer(s): Frank Beard - Billy Gibbons - Dusty Hill
First release by: ZZ Top - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to coose them
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby
yeah, it's alright
She's got hair down to her fanny
She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties
Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see if she can use it
She's so fine, she's all mine
girl, you got it right
She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's got a dime all of the time
stays out at night movin' through time
Oh, I want her, said, I got to have her
the girl is alright, she's alright
Maandag 2 april 2007
Boga Boga
Boga Boga
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Por el día o por la noche
el pescador sale a la mar
La mar no le ha puesto horario aún
de navegar
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
Por el día o por la noche
el pescador y su piel
llevan red, llevan anzuelo y más
llevan deber
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
Pasan las horas, pasan días
y se cuentan por meses
Y su alegría y su tristeza
la conocen los peces
De entre sus manos ve venir
cada rincón del porvenir
el rostro de la novia, la mamá
o el que nació
el mismo día en que él partió
Entonces jura que ahora sí que va a vivir
entonces jura que más nunca va a salir
que esta vez sí es la última en el mar
Y pasa el tiempo y no ve el día de volver
Y pasa el tiempo entre peligros, sin mujer
Y pasa el tiempo que no deja respirar
Pero la tierra se acaba
cuando vuelve el pescador
por eso regresa siempre al mar
su gran amor
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
Y va de océano en océano
con su anzuelo, con su red
Caiga el rayo o sople el viento, allí es
donde se ve
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
Nadie sabe cómo sueña
cómo sueña un pescador
cada vez que cobra presa, allí
viene su amor
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
El pescador lleva a bordo
una palma y un amor
El amor lo hala del fondo, la palma
del corazón
Boga, boga, boga
vuelve a bogar
Boga, boga, boga
a trabajar
Zondag 1 april 2007
Légende
Légende
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Il existe, dans les landes
Le château des Quatre-Vents
Et la fort belle légende
Pour les petits et les grands...
Il paraît, quand minuit sonne
On entend dans les couloirs
Les bruits de pas qui résonnent
Et des sanglots dans le noir
J'ai voulu savoir la cause
De tous ces morts sans repos
On m'a raconté des choses
Qui m'ont fait froid dans le dos...
Dès que minuit a sonné
Le bois se met à craquer
Le vent sanglote au dehors
Le chiens hurlent à la mort
Alors, parmi tous ces bruits
Une plainte monte, monte...
Une plainte qui raconte l'histoire d'amour qui suit
Il y avait 'y a longtemps
Que s'aimaient deux amants
Ne vivant que pour lui
Respirant que pour elle
Là, dans ce même lit
Oh Dieu, qu'elle était belle...
Mais on ne voulut pas de moi
Je n'étais pas le fils d'un roi
On fit tout pour m'éloigner d'elle
Jamais n'ai pu revoir ma belle
À la fin d'un beau jour
Elle est morte d'amour
Dieu n'a jamais permis
De supprimer sa vie
Elle est morte pour moi
Moi, je suis mort pour elle
Il ne le fallait pas, il ne fallait pas
C'est en vain que j'appelle
Chaque nuit, je l'entends pleurer
Seule dans son éternité
Christine, Christine... je t'aime
Christine, Christine... je t'aime
Mais elle ne m'entend pas
Et je ne la vois pas
Christine!... Christine!... Christine!!!
Et l'irréel disparaît
Aussitôt que l'aube apparaît
Est-ce un rêve, ou la réalité?
Là, ma légende est terminée...
Zondag 1 april 2007
Body Talk
Body Talk
Composer(s): Melvin Gentry; Antonio Reid;
Stanley Burke; Carlos Greene; Bo Watson
Performer(s): The Deele
Pimp dolls, jam
Jigglettes, slam
Pimp dolls, jam
Jigglettes, slam
Just because I shake and party
And roll my sexy body
Don't mean that I'm tryin' to tease
It's called body talk
It's not like the walk
'Cause this time
You're wearin' blue jeans
You rub your left leg slow
And let your body go
And do a little sexy scream
Jam, let's party out
Make your body sweat and shout
A visual sex machine
You're talkin'
Body talk
Talk body to me, body talk
(Talk body to me)
Body talk
Talk body to me, body talk
Jigglettes gonna slam
Pimp dolls gonna jam
Let your body talk to me
You're lookin' real fine
You're workin' overtime
You're footloose and fancy free
Now it's all about the feel
'Cause now you know the deal
So pump your body 'cross the floor
And put it in the groove
Gonna make it real smooth
And then you'll want some more
You're talkin'
Say baby, what's that you're doin'?
Well, it looks like your body is talkin' to me
I'm hearin' something
What's that?
Go on, get it, girl
Sexy body
Sure looks good to me
Body talk with me
Your sexy body (oh baby)
Sure looks good to me
Body talk, slam
Come on and shake your body
I want to hear your body
So come on and shake your body
I want to hear your body
Your body, your body, your body
Your sexy body
Sure looks good to me
Body talk with me
Your sexy body (oh baby)
Sure looks good to me
Mmm, there she is again
I wonder what she was tryin' to say to me
B-o-d-y t-a-l-k, ooh talk baby
I like the way you walk, baby
I wanna hear your body talk, baby
You know it's really not your fault, baby
Oh baby, oh
Zaterdag 31 maart 2007
Legend Of The Maguire
Legend Of The Maguire
Performer(s): Andrew Mack
In the bright day's of old when our dear land was young
her praises and glories were on every tongue
to each breeze her emerald hearts
ever steady for love and for freedom we dare
When the wintry storm raged around the old Castle wall
brave knights and fair ladies were held in the thrall
of harper and bard in the faith unbroken in this Irish heart lives still
Oh for love we have fought and for love we will die
and love will uphold us when danger is nigh
and the fame of our name sure the land still admires
for they fought for their home and for love the Maguire
Zaterdag 31 maart 2007
Body Slam!
Body Slam!
Composer(s): William Collins; Joel Johnson
Performer(s): Bootsy's Rubber Band
Said I'm caught up in this traffic jam
Tryin' to get home to my baby again
She said she like it, uh, she like the jam
Well, I'm gonna teach her how to body slam
Hit me
Shake it, baby
Shake your body
Shake it, baby
Shake it on down
Shake it, baby
Shake your body
I'm gonna teach you how to body slam
Hit me
Shake it, baby
Shake your body
Shake it, baby
Shake it on down
Shake it, baby
Shake your body
I'm gonna teach you how to body slam
Hit me
Slam that body and make that naughty
Slam that body and make that naughty body
Come on slam that body and party hearty
Come on slam that body, slam that body, slam that body
Well, give me a break
Who was that
Who was that
Who was that
Who was that
Vrijdag 30 maart 2007
The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer
The Legend Of John Henry's Hammer
Composer(s): Johnny Cash - June Carter Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash; The Carter Family
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said 'fore the sheriff comes I want to tell you
Listen boy he said, learn to ball a jack learn to lay a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
That's pay for a steel driver on this line
Then the section foreman said hey hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else can all them muscles do
And he said I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too (can you swing a hammer boy)
Yes, well I'll do anything you hire me to
(Now ain't you something so high and mighty with your muscles
Just go ahead boy and pick up that hammer pick up that hammer)
He said get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steep nased hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised his back till it touched his heels
And the spike went thru the crosstie and split it half in two
35 cents a day for driving steel
(Swing, swing it boy swing you owe me two more swings)
I was born for drivin' steel
Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt and give a groan with every swing
The women folks from miles around heard him and come down
To watch him make cold steel ring
Lord what a swinger, just listen to the cold steel ring
But the bad boss come up laughing at John Henry
Said you full of vinegar now but you 'bout through
We're gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
And what's all them muscles gonna do, ha John Henry
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you
John Henry said I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walking on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughta take the place of living
And what's a substitute for bread and beans, I ain't seen it
Do engines get rewared for their steam
John Henry hid in a coalmine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered get up whoever you are and get a pick-ake
Give me enough coal to start another hell
And keep it burning, mine me enough to start another hell
John Henry said to his Captain a man ain't nothin' but a man
But if you bring that steam drill round
And I'll beat it fair and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand, but I'll be laughing
4ause you can't replace a steel drivin' man
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain
John Henry said to the steam drill how is you
Pardon me Mr Steam Drill, I suppose you didn't hear me
I said how I are you ha
Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track
can you pick and shovel too
Listen this hammer swinger's talkin' to you
Two thousand people hollered (go John Henry)
Then somebody hollered (the mountain's cawing in)
John Henry told the Captain tell the kind folks don't worry
It ain't nothing but my hammer sucking wind, it keeps me breathing
This steel driver's muscle, I ain't tin
Captain tell the people move back further
I'm at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind and yet it ain't got the brains to quiet it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord Lord
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills
Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was Polly Ann
Yes that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He lay down to rest his weary back and early next morning he said
Come here Polly Ann come here sugar
You know I believe this is the first time
I ever watched the sun come up that I couldn't come up
Take my hammer Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swinging with the lead man they'll know
They'll know you're John Henry's woman
But tell them that ain't all you can do tell them
I can hoist a jack, I can lay a track, I can pick and shovel too
Ain't no machine can, that's been proved to you
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off the hats the men do
When you've come to the place where John Henry's layin' restin' his back
Some of 'em say morning streel driver, you sure was a hammer swinger
Then they go by pickin' up a little speed
Clickety-clack clickety-clak clickety-clack clickety-clak
(Yonder lies a steel drivin' man oh Lord, yonder lies a steel drivin' man
Yonder lies a steel drivin' man oh Lord, yonder lies a steel drivin' man)
Vrijdag 30 maart 2007
Cuerpo Y Alma
Cuerpo Y Alma
English Title: Body And Soul
Composer(s): Eduardo Mateo
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar
Alma al aras alas que pasan
del ave que en vuelo anda
ama el alma en mantra
alma del lugar noche y fogata
hazte luz y el fuego en llama
llama al alma y canta
canta - canta y ama vive en cuerpo y alma
canta - sol de la naturaleza llama
Alma que al tramar tramas en mantras
haz que el luz aves alas as
salve al cuerpo y alma
Alma nombre a Dios o al que es amigo
fiel en sí y a uno mismo
voz del cuerpo y alma
Canta - pensamiento y ama el alma en mantra
canta - que en el cuerpo un templo guarda al alma
Donderdag 29 maart 2007
The Legend Of Alcatraz
