EL MONSTRUO DEL LAGO (Paco Bello)

En el lago hay un monstruo que
Duerme sin saber dormir
Siempre sueña con ser otro
Mas sencillo y mas feliz
Ese agua temblorosa
Donde no se posa el sol És
Es cabeza y su corona
La montaña alrededor

Hay veces que sube
El nivel del agua
y no tiene sentido
Porque no ha llovido
En el fondo del lago el monstruo llora

Es posible que no exista
Con los ojos sin cerrar
Pero hay veces que su risa
Se oye por todo el lugar
En el lago reina el frío
Nadie sale a navegar
Pero hay algunos niños que van
A la orilla a pescar.

IF YOU'RE GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO (Scott McKenzie)

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair

All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion

For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

SCARBOROUGH FAIR (Simon & Garfunkel)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Without any seam or fine needlework,
and then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
where water never have sprung, nor drop of rail fell,
and then she'll be a true love of mine.
Oh, will you find me an arce of land,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
between the sea foam and the sea sand
or never be a true love of mine.
Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
and sow it all over with one peppercorn,
or never be a true love of mine.
And when you have done and finished your work,
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
then come to me for your cambric shirt,
and you shall be a true love of mine.

MAGGIE MAY (Rod Stewart)

Wake up Maggie, I think I got something to say to you;
it's late September and I really should be back at school.
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I'm being used

oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore.
You lured me away from home
just to save you from being alone.
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts.
The morning sun when it's in your face
really shows your age

but that don't worry me none in my eyes you're ev'rything.
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax

oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore.
You lured me away from home
just to save you from being alone.
You stole my soul that's a pain I can do without.
All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand

but you turned into a lover and Mother what a lover !
You wore me out. All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head

oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore.
You lured me away from home
'cause you didn't want to be alone.
You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried.
I suppose I could collect my books and get back to school.
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool.
Or find myselfe a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand.

Oh Maggie
I wish I'd never seen your face.
You lured me away from home
just to save you from being alone.
You stole my heart and that's what really hurts.
The morning sun when it's in your face
really shows your age

but that don't worry me none
in my eyes you're ev'rything.
I laughed at all of your jokes
my love you didn't need to coax

oh Maggie
I couldn't have tried any face
you made a first-class fool out of me
but I'm as blind as a fool can be
you stole my heart but I love you anyway.

Maggie
I wish I'd never seen your face.
I'll get on back home one of these days.

CALLE MELANCOLIA (Joaquín Sabina)

Como quien viaja a lomos de una yegua sombría,
por la ciudad camino, no preguntéis adónde.
Busco acaso un encuentro que me ilumine el día,
y no hallo más que puertas que niegan lo que esconden.

Las chimeneas vierten su vómito de humo
a un cielo cada vez más lejano y más alto.
Por las paredes ocres se desparrama el zumo
de una fruta de sangre crecida en el asfalto.

Ya el campo estará verde, debe ser Primavera,
cruza por mi mirada un tren interminable,
el barrio donde habito no es ninguna pradera,
desolado paisaje de antenas y de cables.

Vivo en el número siete, calle Melancolía.
Quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría.
Pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía
y en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.

Como quien viaja a bordo de un barco enloquecido,
que viene de la noche y va a ninguna parte,
así mis pies descienden la cuesta del olvido,
fatigados de tanto andar sin encontrarte.

Luego, de vuelta a casa, enciendo un cigarrillo,
ordeno mis papeles, resuelvo un crucigrama;
me enfado con las sombras que pueblan los pasillos
y me abrazo a la ausencia que dejas en mi cama.

Trepo por tu recuerdo como una enredadera
que no encuentra ventanas donde agarrarse, soy
esa absurda epidemia que sufren las aceras,
si quieres encontrarme, ya sabes dónde estoy.

NO WOMAN NO CRY (Bob Marley)

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean:
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)

JESUCRISTO GARCÍA (Extremoduro)

Concreté la fecha de mi muerte con Satán.
Le engañé y ahora no hay quien me pare, ya los pies.
Razonar es siempre tan difícil para mí.
Qué más da si al final todo me sale siempre bien, del revés.

Nací un buen día, mi madre no era virgen
no vino el rey, tampoco me importó
hago milagros, convierto el agua en vino
me resucito si me hago un canutito.
Soy Evaristo, el rey de la baraja
vivo entre rejas, antes era chapista
los mercaderes ocuparon mi templo
y me aplicaron ley antiterrorista.
¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?
¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?
¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?
¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

Y perdí la cuenta de las veces que te amé.
Desquicié tu vida por ponerla junto a mí.
Vomité mi alma en cada verso que te dí ¿qué te di?
Olvidé me quedan tantas cosas que decir ¿qué decir?

Por conocer a cuantos se margina
un día me vi metido en la heroína
aún hubo más, menuda pesadilla
crucificado a base de pastillas
Soy Evaristo, el rey de la baraja
vivo entre rejas, antes era chapista
los mercaderes ocuparon mi templo
y me aplicaron ley antiterrorista.
¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?
¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?
¿Cuánto más necesito para ser dios, dios, dios?
¿Cuánto más necesito convencer?

SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT (Nirvana)

Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial

BLOWIN' IN THE WIND (Bob Dylan)

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

ANGIE (The Rolling Stones)

Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied

But Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried
Angie, You're beautiful
But ain't it time we said goodbye
Angie, I still love you
Remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear

Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
Angie, don't you weep
All your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain't it time we said goodbye?
With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied

But Angie, I still love you, baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Ain't it...
Ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN (Led Zeppelin)

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings

In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving

In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those
Who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will
Echo with laughter

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean
For the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change
The road you're on

And it makes me wonder

Aw, uh, oh

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

(Solo)

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway
To heaven...

I WANT TO BREAK FREE (Queen)

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
Youre so self satisfied I dont need you
Ive got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

Ive fallen in love
Ive fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know its for real
Ive fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows Ive fallen in love

Its strange but its true
I cant get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free

But life still goes on
I cant get used to living without living without
Living without you by my side
I dont want to live alone hey
God knows got to make it on my own
So baby cant you see
Ive got to break free

Ive got to break free
I want to break free yeah

I want I want I want I want to break free...

ROLL OVER BEETHOVEN (Chuck Berry)

Im gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local dj.
Its a rockin rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperatures risin
And the jukebox blows a fuse.
My hearts beatin rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin the blues.
Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think Im rollin arthiritis
Sittin down by the rhythm review.
Roll over beethoven rockin in two by two.

Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and reel and rock it,
Roll it over,
Roll over beethoven rockin in two by two.

Well, early in the mornin Im a-givin you a warnin
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin my fiddle,
Aint got nothin to lose.
Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news.

You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
Dance like a spinnin top.
She got a crazy partner,
Oughta see em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.

Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues

HOTEL CALIFORNIA (Eagles)

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave! so,

HIJOS DE CAIN (Barón Rojo)

La Biblia cuenta un historia
que un Dios terrible dictó
el drama de dos hermanos
el justo y el traidor
Abel mezquino y cobarde
el siervo de su señor
Caín que no entró en el juego
y que se reveló
te maldigo truena la voz de su juez
padre nuestro que nos privó del Edén
Caín rompió con un gesto
su yugo de esclavitud
huyó del ojo implacable
llevo su propia cruz
perseguido por quebrantar una ley
que no entiende y que no cuenta con el
sufrirás morirás esta es su voluntad
pero aún hay aquí hijos de Caín.
La estirpe del fugitivo
creció y se multiplicó
el signo que los margina
ya nunca se borró.
Te maldigo claman los hijos de Abel
a la diestra de su señor el poder
sufrirás morirás esta es su voluntad
pero aún hay aquí hijos de Caín.
Quizá los hombres seamos
a un tiempo Abel y Caín
quizás algún día destruya lo oscuro que hay en mi
el destino no está marcado al nacer
yo he elegido ser lo que siempre seré
Hijo de Caín
Hijos de Caín
hijos de Caín
hijos de Caín....

MACETAS DE COLORES (El desván del duende)

La noché esta manchando las paredes
Con pompas de jabón y chocolate.
Por cáceres revientan los claveles
Para gritar que no, que ya es bastante. (¡extremadura!)

La noche está manchando las paredes
Con pompas de jabón y chocolate.
Debajo de la piedras los claveles
Gritan que no, que ya es bastante.

Las faldas de mi niña están colgadas
De la copa de un pino piñonero.
Le sobra la mañana una cigarra
Y dos cencerros, y el sol de enero.

Siento que la vida es diferente aquí
Y busco el color de su mirada.
La luz que invento,
La luz que salta cada día
Al sueño que se avalanza. (canijo, vente pa cáceres)

El chaparrón regando tagarninas,
Una vieja que baila por las esquinas.
Debajo de macetas de colores
Para gritar que no, que ya es bastante.

Se trata de vivir enamorado,
Te doy un puñaito de palabras.
Se trata de la lluvia en los tejados
Y una guitarra, esta guitarra.

Bis.

Garrapatero, en el desván del abuelo
Aquí te espero
En el desván del duende...

Ey, primo, la vida es bella
Tú verás cómo, (cómo que no?)
Cómo debajo del invierno sube
La primavera.
Ey, primo, la gente en cánovas
Canta, canta pa que debajo
Del invierno suba,
Suba la primavera,
La primaveraa...

HEY JOE (Jimi Hendrix)

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm goin' down to shoot my ol' lady
I caught her messin' 'round with another man

Yeah, I'm goin' down to shoot my ol' lady now
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman down, baby
He said, "Yeah, I did it, yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man"

Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught my her messin' 'round with another man
Yeah, and I gave her the gun

Hey Joe, hey Joe
Where you gonna run to, now where you gonna run to now
Hey Joe, hey Joe
Lord, where you gonna run to, now where you gonna run to, baby

I'm goin' way down south, way down south
Way down to Mexico way, yeah
I'm goin' way down south, way down south, baby
Way down where I can be free

Ain't no one gonna mess with me there, baby
Ain't no hang-man gonna
He ain't gonna put a rope, a rope around me, yeah
You better believe it, baby

Hey, Joe, you better run on down, you better
Goodbye everybody

SO LONELY (The Police)

Well, someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you dont care
You look as if youre going somewhere
But I just cant convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart,

So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely

Now no-ones knocked upon my door
For a thousand years, or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat, theyre always free
No surprise, no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role,

So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely

So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely

I feel lonely, Im so lonely, I feel so low
I feel lonely, Im so lonely, I feel so low

YEAR OF THE CAT (Al Stewart)

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat

A UN TIPO LISTO (Platero y tú)

Soy un tipo listo y ahora estoy aquí
tengo curro fijo y un gran porvenir
me he comprado un piso, un coche japonés
y aunque tengo todo no me siento bien.

Yo no se quién me engañó,
sólo quiero rock´n roll
si te cuento la verdad,
me entran ganas de llorar.

Pasa la semana no tengo emoción
los domingos la familia y la excursión
ahora me arrepiento pero es tarde ya
lo daría todo por poder tocar.

Yo no se quién me engañó, solo quiero rock´n roll
si te cuento la verdad, me entran ganas de llorar
me entran ganas de llorar (bis)

BLACK BETTY (Ram Jam)

whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a child (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone wild (bam-A-lam)
She said "I'm worrin' outta my mind" (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone blind (bam-A-lam)
I said oh black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)

whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
She really gets me high (bam-BA-lam)
You know that's no lie (bam-BA-lam)
She's so rock steady (bam-BA-lam)
She's always ready (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)

Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
She's from birmingham (bam-BA-lam)
Way down in alabam' (bam-BA-lam)
Well' shes shakin' that thing (bam-BA-lam)
Boy she makes me sing (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty
BAM-BA-LAM

DUST IN THE WIND (Kansas)

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Now don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind

FICO ASSIM SEM VOCÊ (Abdullah / Cacá Moraes)

Avião sem asa
Fogueira sem brasa
Sou eu, assim, sem você

Futebol sem bola
Piu-piu sem Frajola
Sou eu, assim, sem você...

Porque é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim

Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim...

Amor sem beijinho
Buchecha sem Claudinho
Sou eu, assim, sem você

Circo sem palhaço
Namoro sem amasso
Sou eu, assim, sem você...

Tô louca pra te ver chegar
Tô louca pra te ter nas mãos

Deitar no teu abraço
Retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração...

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão, é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo...

Por quê? Por quê?

Neném sem chupeta
Romeu sem Julieta
Sou eu, assim, sem você

Carro sem estrada
Queijo sem goiabada
Sou eu, assim, sem você...

Porque é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim

Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim...

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão, é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo...

PROUD MARY (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.

CHORUS:
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

CHORUS

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry though you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

CHORUS

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

AQUELLAS PEQUEÑAS COSAS (Joan Manuel Serrat)

Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto de ida y vuelta.

Son aquellas pequeñas cosas,
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.

Como un ladrón
te acechan detrás de la puerta
te tienen tan a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando nadie nos ve.

JEALOUS GUY (John Lennon)

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy

I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy

I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy, watch out
Im just a jealous guy, look out babe
Im just a jealous guy