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Escuchar Boleros. Julio Iglesias


Letras

Buenos Aires (Patti LuPone)

What's new Buenos Aires?
I'm new--I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too!
I get out here Buenos Aires
Stand back--you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud. let it hurt, run it through me
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello Buenos Aires!
Get this--just look at me, dressed up somewhere to go
We'll put on a show!
Take me in at your flood, give me speed, give me lights, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up with your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town--I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real eiderdown--and silence
You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death, you are shoddy
But you're flesh, you are meat, you shall have every breath in my body
Put me down for a lifetime of success
Give me credit--I'll find ways of paying
Rio de la Plata!
Florida!
Corrientes!
Nueve de Julio!
All I want to know!
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you oughta know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of star quality!

I'm Not In Love (Enrique Iglesias Featuring Kelis)

enrique:
are you ready?

kelis:
born ready

enrique:
im not in love,
you call me on the phone,
i act like nothings going on,
we're driving in my car,
i pretend that you dont turn me on

ah ah ah you **y thing and yeah you know it,
ah ah ah you move around and yeah you show it

im not in love,
its just a faze that im going through,
im always looking for something new,
but dont go running away

kelis:
i know your not the one,
but i can tell that this is gonna be fun,
wont hesertate alot,
but i can show you how to feel inside

enrique:
(show me how to feel)

ah ah ah you **y thing and yeah you know it,
ah ah ah you move around and yeah you show it,

im not in love,
its just a faze that im going through,
im always looking for something new,
but dont go running away,
im not love,
i try to tell myself all the time,
i just cant help how i feel tonight,
so dont go running away

enrique: im not in love
kelis: i think im to young for love
enrique: im not in love
kelis: all the time i survive
enrique: im not in love
kelis: just run away with me
enrique: im not in love
kelis: aaaaooooooooyerrrrrr

enrique: ah ah ah you **y thing and yeah u no it
kelis: do you want to rock me
enrique: ah ah ah you move around and yeah you show it
kelis: would you care to rock me

enrique: (kelis)
im not in love,
its just a faze that im going through,
im always looking for something new, (something new)
but dont go running away,
im not love, (in love)
i try to tell myself all the time,
(oooo)i just cant help how i feel tonight,
so dont go running away,
im not in love,
(im not in love),
im not in love not in love not in love,
(im not in love),
im not in love love love love

Hombre Triste (Man of Sorrows Spanish Version) (Bruce Dickinson)

Aqui en una iglesia
un nino esta incado
Le reza a un dios
sin conocerlo - no lo siente
Todo los pecados
de su ninez siempre recuerda
No va llorar, no quiere llorar

CHORUS:
Hombre Triste, tu rostro no te vi
Hombre Triste, sin ver fuiste de aqui
pregunta el nino, que fue lo que paso
se ha terminado el viaje o apenas comenzo

Vision de un nuevo mundo
de las paginas de ayer
As tu voluntad - Grito de su alma negra
Torturada sabio profeta de nuestra vaciedad
Se pregunta por que sera ?

El Hombre esta en anguista
su mente llena de maldad
Atrapado en un cuerpo - Hecho a sentir pura verguenza
Vida de rencor, me odio el lloro
As tu voluntad, as tu voluntad

REPEAT CHORUS

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard (Me First & The Gimmie Gimmies)

Mamma pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the pappa found out he began to shout
And the started the investigation

It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mamma saw
It was against the law

Mamma looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
Pappa said "Oh if I get that boy,
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard (twice)

Whoh-hoh every couple of days they come to take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest come to get me released
It was all on the cover of Newsweek

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
G-g-g-goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard

M-m-m-me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Yeah me and Julio down by the schoolyard

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Me and Julio down by the schoolyard (4 times)

Faccio Sul Serio (Fabri Fibra)

Rit:
faccio sul serio faccio sul serio sul serio sul serio faccio sul serio col rap io (x2)

Prendere la vita come viene riga
oppure prendere la vita come Fabri Fibra
se io mi fossi chiamato Fabrizio Tarducci
forse magari a quest’ora vestivo Gucci?
Ma l’euro è come il dollaro e sta merda non produce
anche se questi americani c’hanno salvato dal duce
io sto senza un lavoro in un appartamento al buio
perché per questo mese non c’ho un soldo per la luce
Potessi andare in tele spruzzerei due ragnatele
su ogni stronzo che rappa cantando al tempo delle mele
Potessi andare in radio punto a farti un tirocinio
sbudellando i testi idioti che fanno il Piotta e i Flaminio
mi sputo addosso sul dito medio io non connetto ho la testa in stato di assedio
Non merito un premio questo è il grilletto e lo premo
mi faccio un buco nel cranio ma prima alzo la mano
perché domandi chi non crede in questo rap italiano
c’è ancora chi si legge Aelle di un parente lontano
non mi sono mai fatto donne come la Pina
che di tre dischi che ha fatto non ricordo una rima
io faccio sul serio.

Ritornello

Faccio sul serio nove anni che scrivo ogni mio pensiero
nove anni sullo stesso stereo inietto un siero
Ogni rima che faccio porta allo sclero colpa del clero
nell’underground sprofondai in un buco nero
Non sembra vero potrebbe essere un impero
quando invece accendo un cero ogni notte che mi dispero
Resto in trans ho i rap che non a chance
le mie rime più belle le ho copiate dai miei fans
sono distrutto perché il mio rap spacca di brutto
io uccido la scena e vesto scuro in segno di lutto
Per cominciare mi hanno cacciato da ogni centro sociale
perché non esprimo idee politiche varie
Attuo come se fosse terapia mi da impulsi alla schiena con delle scosse
io non descrivo rappresaglie e sommosse
non è rap quello dei Novantanove Posse
mi rendono le palle grosse
Esploderanno come cazzo di bombe delle Brigate Rosse
e anche se fosse non sembra vero
È un bolero dinero zero con il rap io faccio troppo sul serio.

Ritornello.

Back N Da Hood (Mac Dre)




Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail
I got a federal hold and I can't even bail
Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked
I need some cock hella bad I need to be free
Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock
Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks
Celly on top bunk knock smooth out
Snoring motha**a I should just shout
And wake his**up cause I can't sleep
If a nigga had a way a nigga would creep
And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake
This can't be real, man, it all seems fake
3 am and it's time to E-A-T
Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...

I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too
I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do
Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go
Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know
Dope fiends that just don'y got no...
Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
I'm stuck like chuck way down south
When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed
I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd
I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones
Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...

Back N Da Hood sound so good
They won't set bail but I wish they would
I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y
Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
But every court date they keep detaining me
On punk**charges they keep arraining me
At first I thought I'd have to spank you
But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you
You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie
Then record sales jumped to an all time high
Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?
I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did shit
Every damn day my tapes are sold
I make more money than the bank can hold
And though I might can't bail out...
This punk**jail house
I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...

Plenty of time for a nigga to think
But all I can think of is dank and drank
On jail walls my name is carving
Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving
Ten black brothas and fifty julios
I just can't wait to hit the studios
And let fools know about the set up
These punk police won't let up
They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch
But the only thing they doing is making me rich
They painted a picture of a ruthless villain
Told all my fans that I was stealing
Jealous motha**as, I never steal
I make more money than you never will
Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist
The motha** feds ain't nothing nice
They said I was the one doing all this shit
But banks just keep on getting hit
Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek
But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week
They say I'm the one calling all the shots
But ** them feds and ** them cops
And to that punk motha**a Detective Nic Dic
Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick!

Zwart Wit (Enrique Iglesias)

Zwart-wit

Ik zie alles in zwart wit. Zingen, springen,
Zeeën en steden, wildernis,
Opflitsende weerspiegelingen
Van wat voorgoed verloren is.

Trompetten schallen, vlammen razen,
Roodbruine paarden stormen aan,
En lippen spreken vol verbazen
Over geluk dat heeft bestaan.

En dan zijn daar weer vreugd en tranen,
En alles blijft zoals het is,
Weer schudt de zee haar grijze manen,
Herrijzen steden, wildernis.

Zal ik aan deze slaap ontkomen,
Zal ik weer worden die ik was?
Een jongetje, verdiept in dromen,
â??s Avonds bij een stille plas.

Zeven (Enrique Iglesias)

Kevers lieten rond jouw ogen
mijn vriendin hun sporen na:
honderdtwintig cirkelbogen,
't cijfer zeven en de ka.

Vele jaren zijn verstreken,
groen is nu je koude mond.
Noodweer doet je oog al breken,
wind fluit in je neusgat rond.

En wat jij denkt ben ik niet bij machte
te doorzien, maar op een dag
gaat de kist van jouw gedachte
open met een luide slag.

Dan zijn jouw zoete dromen
voor een ieder te verstaan,
dan zal je geest naar buiten stromen,
als drijfgas uit je gaan.

Wil je het verlangen wachten,
dat van boven nederdaalt?
Tot je adem je gedachten
diep in jou in woord vertaalt?

Ingehouden als we leven
tellen we de dagen niet,
maar elk jaar is het of je even
de minuten scherper ziet.

En wat jij denkt ben ik niet bij machte
te doorzien, maar op een dag
gaat de kist van jouw gedachte
open met een luide slag.

Dan zijn jouw zoete dromen
voor een ieder te verstaan.
Dan zal je geest naar buiten stromen
als drijfgas uit je gaan.

Me Hago El Loco (El Ultimo Ke Zierre)

Te meas en los rincones,

que me protegen del frío.

Y en tus noches de locura,

me arrojarías al río.

Y yo me hago el loco.

La basura es mi despensa,

está más llena que la tuya

la comparto con las ratas

y si quiero echar un trago

me lo das por las mañanas.

En la puerta de la iglesia

como y bebo a todas horas

aguantando tus reproches.

Y yo me hago el loco.

Y tu, ignorante animal

siempre con miedo a la miseria,

ignorante animal

¿con quien compartes tu despensa?

ignorante animal siempre con miedo,

ignorante animal.

1985 (Manic Street Preachers)

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied
Losing all that I had
At least with all my heart intact

In 1985, Orwell was proved right
Torville and Dean's bolero
Redundant as a sad welsh chapel
In 1985, in 1985

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said
Superstition is all we have left
Circle the wagons, we're under attack
We've realised there's no going back
We've realised there's no going back

In 1985, the Civil War failed why?
Kept hidden like scars of birth
Nature unable to soften the words.

In 1985, my words they came alive
Friends were made for life
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice
In 1985, in 1985

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said
Only 16 years of age, he said
See all the tears, for the walking dead
We've realised there's no going back
We've realised there's no going back

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied
Losing all that I had


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