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Finalmente: Irina, acá lo tenemos.
el verano...los veranos...
"joy...enthusiasm...respect"
..................me llama la atención, me preocupa, me gusta, me interesa, me divierte o creo nos sirve.................... (arrancar desde abajo hacia arriba)
BEPPE GRILLO,NAVE ÚTIL,IRINA APRETADA ,VALE MOSTRÁNDOSE ,WARREN BROS.PEREZ-A, APRENDIZAJE,ETC.....
El Sheik Yerbouti
Finalmente: Irina, acá lo tenemos.
"IN YOUR EYES" LETRA EN OULOF
TangelineTango en youtube agregó:
I borrowed this from a site called all experts:
The Wolof (or Oulof) lyrics are the words sung by Youssou N'Dour in the original version of "In Your Eyes", Wolof is his native language. A rough transliteration (only an approximation) of those lyrics is: "Sa bet chi lamp, chi tangaay, sa bet maangi ci biir."
The translation is pretty straight from the chorus: "In your eyes, the light the heat, in your eyes, I am complete"
Stacey
I borrowed this from a site called all experts:
The Wolof (or Oulof) lyrics are the words sung by Youssou N'Dour in the original version of "In Your Eyes", Wolof is his native language. A rough transliteration (only an approximation) of those lyrics is: "Sa bet chi lamp, chi tangaay, sa bet maangi ci biir."
The translation is pretty straight from the chorus: "In your eyes, the light the heat, in your eyes, I am complete"
Stacey
ROCK THE CASBAH
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a cruisnin down the ville
The muezzin was a standing
On the radiator grille
Chorus
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy casbah sound
But the bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
Chorus
Now over at the temple
Oh! they really pack em in
The in crowd say its cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy casbah jive
Chorus
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
Chorus
He thinks its not kosher
Fundamentally he cant take it.
You know he really hates it.
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a cruisnin down the ville
The muezzin was a standing
On the radiator grille
Chorus
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef dont like it
Rockin the casbah
Rock the casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy casbah sound
But the bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
Chorus
Now over at the temple
Oh! they really pack em in
The in crowd say its cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy casbah jive
Chorus
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
Chorus
He thinks its not kosher
Fundamentally he cant take it.
You know he really hates it.
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
{REFRAIN}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah... Ah...
{VERSE 2}
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
{REFRAIN}
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
{REFRAIN}
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah... Ah...
{VERSE 2}
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
{REFRAIN}
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
el verano...
el verano...los veranos...
joy enthusiasm respect
"joy...enthusiasm...respect"
agua...aire...alimento...fuego
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4 comentarios:
en qué estaría pensando Javier García.
irina
cómo me gustan, TEre, los hombres de pelo largo.
le recomiendo la versión de "vete de mí" de Bola de Nieve.
¿sabía que la letra es de Homero Expósito y la música de Virgilio Expósito?
Eran buenos los adoptados.
irina
Irina:
usted siempre me plantea desafíos y me muestra puertas cerradas y deja una pista de donde está la llave correcta...
Los irlandeses son un poco los cubanos del Common Wealth.
Será por eso que Javier no parece haber tenido frío en el internado.
Y también por eso será que en vez de quedarse en la queja,se trepa alos mostradores y la sigue cueste lo que cueste.
Irina:
¿Eran mellizos?
No creo que fueran adoptados...para mi que es el apellido de los que quedan en el molinete ese de las monjas y nadie se los lleva.
Van creciendo en el horfanato y a los 18 los fletan con ese apellido,que suena bastante regio.
Creo que el ruido del girar del molinete,y los aspavientos de las monjas, habrán marcado para siempre su sensibilidad poético/musical.
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