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Escuchar Malagata - Amandote ( Cumbia Argentina )


Letras

Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Patti LuPone)

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Argentina......
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true

Evita (Me First And The Gimme Gimmes)

It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange
When I try to explain how I feel
I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she is dressed to the nines, at sixes and sevens with you

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I've kept my promise, don't keep your distance

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all, I never expected it to

Chorus
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more that I can think of to say to you
All you got to do is look at me
To know that every word is true

Chorus

Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Me First And The Gimme Gimmes)

It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange
When I try to explain how I feel
I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed to the nines
at sixes and sevens with you

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I've kept my promise, don't keep your distance

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all,
I never expected it to

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I've kept my promise, don't keep your distance

Have I said too much?
There's nothing more that I can think of to say to you (nothing more to say to you)
All you got to do is look at me
To know that every word is true

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I've kept my promise, don't keep your distance
I've kept my promise, don't keep your distance

Rainbow High (Evita)

There again I've more to do
Then simply get the message through
I haven't started!
Let's get this show on the road
Let's make it obvious
Peron is off and rolling

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style!
Movement! Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour! Face!
Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

I came from the people
They need to adore me
So Christian Dior me
From my head to my toes
I need to be dazzling
I want to be Rainbow High!
They must have excitement
And so must I

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Movement!

I'm their product
It's vital you sell me
So Machiavell-me
Make an Argentine Rose!
I need to be thrilling
I want to be Rainbow High!
They need their escape
And so do I

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style!
Movement! Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour! Face!
Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

All my descamisados expect me to outshine the enemy
I won't disappoint them!

I'm their savior!
That's what they call me
So Lauren Bacall me
Anything goes
To make me fantastic
I have to be Rainbow High
In magical colors

You're not decorating a girl for a night on the town!
And I'm not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown!
Next stop will be Europe!
The Rainbow's gonna tour
Dressed up, somewhere to go
We'll put on a show!
Look out, mighty Europe!
Because you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of
Argentina's brand of Star quality!

Oh What A Circus (Evita)

CHE
Oh what a circus! Oh what a show!
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all
Of the misery right

Oh what an exit! That's how to go!
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?

She had her moments--she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all going to see and how she did nothing for years!

CROWD
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia

CHE
You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted
Not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver

Sing you fools! But you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you

Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 October 1945
But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in

Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much but she said it loud



Sing you fools? But you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you

CROWD
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia

(A non-descript GIRL moves through the pageantry of the
funeral. She sings as the voice of the dead Evita)

GIRL
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unless we all are--I think we all are

So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin

CHE
It's our funeral too

Oh What A Circus (Antonio Banderas featuring Madonna)

(Che:)
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right

Oh what an exit, that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?

She had her moments, she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years

(Crowd:)


Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia
Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our life, sweetness, and hope
Hail, hail, oh queen
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh clement, oh loving one




(Che:)
You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver

Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you

Show business kept us all alive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in

Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it loud

Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you

(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia

(Eva:)
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unless we all are, I think we all are
So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin

(Che:)
It's our funeral too

Cumbia Triste (Weather Girls)

Donde estes escucha
mi trizte cancion es para ti
era un domingo de baile
que muy contenta llegaste
cantando y bailando cumbia
diosito quizo llevarte
porque le faltaba un angel
y ati te habia senalado
queria mirarte bailando
y cantaras a su lado
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia trizte
porque cuando ahora canto sin tu voz
mi cancion es trizte
y es por eso que te estoy cantando a ti
esta cumbia triste
no nos vamos a olvidar cantaba yo
cuando tu te fuiste
saves tu recuerdo
lo llevo siempre conmigo
ahora que estas en el cielo
quiero que cantes conmigo
como lo hasias aqui abajo mi nina
cuanto te quiero
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia triste
porque cuando ahora canto sin tu vaz
mi cancion es trizte
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia trizte
no nos vamos a olvidar cantaba yo
cuando tu te fuiste

Date La Vuelta (Tennessee Ernie Ford)

Yea! oyufile (principal) bulooooooo
diblasio wooo yeaaaa!

!!!!LAS PROPIAS PLUS!!!!

esa misma es mirala he ay ba bombo he he
Ya ya ya yo la vi yea!
ya yo la vi!!

Oyufile

1..2..3.. yaooo

Se que estas ay como bailas asi
te quiero pedir
date la vuelta
date la vuelta (bis..)

Que los hombres te quieren ver yall
date la vuelta que te quieren ver as lo tuyo
que te quiere ver muevelo lanita que te quieren
Como un juego de beibol tu no estas aut
no hay necesidad de cantarte faut
Como una pelea desdel primer raun
Date la vuelta
ter no raun ter no raun (bis.)

vuelta !! vuelta !! vuelta !! vuelta!!
yaoooo

Se que estas ay como bailas asi
te quiero pedir
date la vuelta
date la vuelta (bis..)

Si no vailas tienes miedo,
si no vailas tiene miedo
si no vailas tiene miedo
si no vaila (bis)

to las yales del nort, to las yales del son
to las yales del is, to las yales wes
bailando de un bes, quitandose todo el estres

tu no tiene miedo, yo no tengo miedo
bamos para el cuero, bamonos del suelo
yo no quiero peros!
y como una pelea desde el segundo raun
Date la vuelta
ter no raun ter no raun (bis.)

Se que estas ay como bailas asi
te quiero pedir
date la vuelta
date la vuelta (bis..)

Se que estas ay como bailas asi
te quiero pedir
date la vuelta
date la vuelta (bis..)

Si no vailas tienes miedo,
si no vailas tiene miedo
si no vailas tiene miedo
si no vaila (bis)

vuelta.. vuelta .. vuelta
date la vuelta
date la vuelta

vuelta.. vuelta .. vuelta
date la vuelta
date la vuelta

ter no raun ter no raun (bis.)
date la vuelta

Ya ya ya yo la vi (bis)
date la vuelta

este pa la boricua, morena, mexicana
venezolana, cubana, dominicana, puerto riquea
la mexicana venezolana, la tica argentina,
guaropirea, panamea latina........

American Dream (Big L)

[McGruff]
(check it, Yo!)
Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream
cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters
being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke
counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke
guarded by thugs and rottweilers
I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars
niggas get plugged when my glock collers
skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper
cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga
'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos
expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls
east coast west coast fiends overdose
'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost

[Murda Mase]
This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3
clips of hollow tips with no sympathy
since 14 I sold morphine for more green
kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting
and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz
and laundry ninas
flea the country to Argentina
laid back in the beach (yeah)
coastin with commuters
smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba
for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough
then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po'
get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego
with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so

[Chorus]
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene
you gots to get your own scheme
We ain't splitin this cream

[Killa Kam]
Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically
hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee
president like Eric B., and Rakim
Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option
and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat
they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat
and now they got to steady braggin
last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy
was back tossed me in the paddywagon
but ain't nobody out here stoppin love
cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub
so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong
Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon

[BloodShed]
Yo! I leave you dazed and froze
with all kinds of amazing flows
money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes
back home niggas is after me
I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's
coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me
from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks
nautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socks
now thats bloods play the chub
all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby
behind my back they say my babys ugly
each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps
neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets
mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan
cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs

[Chorus]
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene
you gots to get your own scheme
We ain't splitin this cream

[Big L]
Check It!
To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream
Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen
yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie
I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely)
Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's
Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees
be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries
Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life
Some clown that laid the threat cause I had ** with his wife
I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain
nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game

[Chorus]
Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream
East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene
you gots to get your own scheme
We ain't splitin this cream

Yea What?
Harlem on the Rise
Blood shed
Killa Kam
Six Figures
Cee-O-Cee
Chuck Blassie
My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy
uptown
McGruff
Big L
139
NFL
140

Ahora Quien (Marc Anthony)

a quien van a engañar ahora tus brazos?
a quien van a mentirle ahora tus labios?
a quien vas a decirle ahora te amo?
y luego en el silencio le daras tu cuerpo
detendras el tiempo sobre en la almohada
pasaran mil horas en tu mirada solo
existira la vida amandote

ahora quien?

y quien te escribira poemas y cartas?
y quien te contara sus miedos y faltas?
a quien le dejaras dormirse en tu espalda?
y luego en el silencio le diras te quiero
te tendra su aliento sobre tu cara
perdera su rumbo en tu mirada y se le
olvidara la vida amandote

ahora quien? (ohhh)

ahora quien? si no soy yo me miro y lloro
en el espejo y me siento estupido ilogico
y luego te imagino toda regalando el olor
de tu piel tus besos tu sonrisa eterna y hasta
el alma en un beso en un beso va el alma
y en mi alma hasta el beso que pudo ser (2x)

ohh...ahora quien?

a quien le dejaras tu aroma en la cama?
a quien le quedara el recuerdo mañana?
a quien le pasaran las horas con calma?
y luego en el silencio deseara tu cuerpo
te dentendra el tiempo sobre su cara pasara
mil horas en la ventana se le acabara la voz
llamandote

ahora quien? ahora quien?

ahora quien? si no soy yo me miro y lloro
en el espejo y me siento estupido ilogico
y luego te imagino toda regalando el olor
de tu piel tus besos tu sonrisa eterna y hasta
el alma en un beso en un beso va el alma
y en mi alma hasta el beso que pudo ser

ohh tus besos tu sonrisa eterna y hasta el
alma en un beso en un beso va el alma y
en mi alma hasta el beso que pudo ser

ohh ahora quien?Tani


Video


Video original de Malagata - Amandote Con Daniel .




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