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“La Cura” Franco Battiato-Manlio Sgalambro

Ti proteggerò dalle paure delle ipocondrie,
dai turbamenti che da oggi incontrerai per la tua via.
Dalle ingiustizie e dagli inganni del tuo tempo,
dai fallimenti che per tua natura normalmente attirerai.
Ti solleverò dai dolori e dai tuoi sbalzi d’umore,
dalle ossessioni delle tue manie.

Supererò le correnti gravitazionali,
lo spazio e la luce
per non farti invecchiare.
E guarirai da tutte le malattie,
perché sei un essere speciale,
ed io, avrò cura di te.

Vagavo per i campi del Tennessee
(come vi ero arrivato, chissà).
Non hai fiori bianchi per me?
Più veloci di aquile i miei sogni
attraversano il mare.

Ti porterò soprattutto il silenzio e la pazienza.
Percorreremo assieme le vie che portano all’essenza.
I profumi d’amore inebrieranno i nostri corpi,
la bonaccia d’agosto non calmerà i nostri sensi.
Tesserò i tuoi capelli come trame di un canto.
Conosco le leggi del mondo, e te ne farò dono.

Supererò le correnti gravitazionali,
lo spazio e la luce per non farti invecchiare.
Ti salverò da ogni malinconia,
perché sei un essere speciale ed io avrò cura di te…

Io sì, che avrò cura di te.

Te protegeré de los miedos, de las hipocondrías,
de las preocupaciones que desde hoy encontrarás en el camino.
De las injusticias y del engaño de tu tiempo,
de las caídas que sufrirás debido a tu naturaleza.
Te libraré de tus dolores y de tus cambios de humor,
de tus obsesiones y manías.

Superaré las corrientes gravitacionales,
el espacio y la luz, para evitar que envejezcas.
Te curaré de todos tus males,
porque eres un ser especial,
y yo cuidaré de ti …

Vagaba por los campos de Tennessee
(quién sabe como llegué allí)
¿No hay flores blancas para mí?
Mis sueños, más veloces que las águilas
atraviesaron el mar.

Te daré, sobre todo, el silencio y la paciencia,
recorreremos juntos los caminos que llevan a la esencia.
Las fragancias del amor embriagarán nuestros cuerpos,
la bonanza de agosto no calmará nuestros sentidos.
Trenzaré tus cabellos como trenzo mi canto
conozco las leyes del mundo, te las regalaré.

Superaré las corrientes gravitacionales
el espacio y la luz para evitar que envejezcas.
Te salvaré de toda melancolía
porque eres un ser especial
y yo cuidaré de ti…

Yo sí, siempre te cuidaré.

“La Chica del Viento” Cathy Claret

He dado muchas vueltas por este mundo,
no soy de ningun sitio
yo no tengo hogar.
He recorrido caminos oscuros,
sin saber nunca donde iba a parar.

Me levanto cuando quiero
y duermo con la luna,
soy libre como el aire.

Yo soy la chica del viento y del sol,
tengo un corazon bohemio y soñador…
Soy la chica del viento y del sol,
canastera, soy yo…

Se que cielos y tierras me necesitan.
y cosas mas bellas no puede haber.
Aquella luz que llenaba mi alma…
Sólo recuerdo lo que canté y lloré

Me levanto cuando quiero
y miro las estrellas,
cuando no las mira nadie.

Yo soy la chica del viento y del sol,
tengo un corazon bohemio y soñador…
Soy la chica del viento y del sol,
canastera, soy yo.

“Tous Les Garçons Et Les Filles De Mon Âge” Françoise Hardy

Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
se promènent dans la rue deux par deux,
tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
savent bien ce que c’est d’être heureux,
et les yeux dans les yeux, et la main dans la main,
ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain.
Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l’âme en peine,
oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime.
Mes jours comme mes nuits sont en tous points pareils,
sans joies et pleins d’ennuis personne ne murmure
“je t’aime” à mon oreille.
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
font ensemble des projets d’avenir,
tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
savent très bien ce qu’aimer veut dire,
et les yeux dans les yeux, et la main dans la main,
ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain.
oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l’âme en peine,
oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime.
Mes jours comme mes nuits sont en tous points pareils,
sans joies et pleins d’ennuis oh! quand pour moi
brillera le soleil?
Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
connaîtrais-je bientôt ce qu’est l’amour?
comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
je me demande quand viendra le jour,
où les yeux dans ses yeux, et la main dans sa main,
j’aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain.
le jour où je n’aurai plus du tout l’âme en peine,
le jour où moi aussi j’aurai quelqu’un qui m’aime.

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“Let’s Get Out Of This Country” Camera Obscura

Let’s get out of this country
I’ll admit I am bored with me
I drowned my sorrows and slept around
When not in body at least in mind
We’ll find a cathedral city
You can convince me I am pretty

We’ll pick berries and recline
Let’s hit the road dear friend of mine
Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs
We’ll drive for miles maybe never turn off
We’ll find a cathedral city you can be handsome I’ll be pretty

What does this city have to offer me
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
What does this city have to offer me?
I just can’t see
I just can’t see

Let’s get out of this country
I have been so unhappy
Smell the Jasmine my head was turned
I feel like getting confessional
We’ll find a cathedral city you can convince me I am pretty

What does this city have to offer me
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
What does this city have to offer me
I just can’t see
I just can’t see

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“Someone To Love” Fountains Of Wayne

Seth Shapiro got his law degree
He moved to Brooklyn from Schenectady, ’93
Got some clients in the food industry
He says it’s not the money, it’s the recipes

He calls his mom, says he’s doing fine
She’s got somebody on the other line
Puts Coldplay on, pours a glass of wine
Curls up with a book about organized crime

When it’s late, and it’s hot
And a date with the Late Show’s all that you’ve got
Don’t give out, don’t give up
One of these nights you might find someone to love

Beth McKenzie got the job of her dreams
Retouching photos for a magazine aimed at teens
It’s Thursday night she should be out on the scene
But she’s sitting at home watching “The King of Queens”

There’s something wrong that she can’t describe
She takes the contacts out of her eyes
Sets the alarm for 6:45
So she can get a little exercise

When it’s late, and it’s hot
And an hour in the shower is the best that you’ve got
Don’t give out, don’t give up
One of these nights you might find someone to love

And you’re not the only one who’s lonely

Seth Shapiro is trying in vain
To hail a taxi in the morning in the pouring rain
Beth McKenzie sees one just up ahead
She cuts in front of him and leaves him for dead

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“El Sitio De Mi Recreo” Antonio Vega

Donde nos llevó la imaginación,
donde con los ojos cerrados
se divisan infinitos campos.
donde se creó la primera luz
junto a la semilla de cielo azul
volveré a ese lugar donde nací.
De sol, espiga y deseo
son sus manos en mi pelo,
de nieve, huracán y abismos,
el sitio de mi recreo.
Viento que a su murmullo parece hablar
mueve el mundo con gracia, la ves bailar
y con él, el escenario de mi hogar.
Mar, bandeja de plata, mar infernal
es su temperamento natural,
poco o nada cuesta ser uno más.
De sol, espeiga y deseo…
Silencio, brisa y cordura
dan aliento a mi locura,
hay nieve, hay fuego, hay deseo,
ahí donde me recreo.

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“Broken” Tift Merritt

Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot,
Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon.
Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard,
Once I knew the end and the start, but now that’s through.

Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again.

So morning comes to clean up like nothing happened when your heart stopped,
Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through.
Just close your eyes for this long, something’s mixed up and something’s gone,
Only fingers can you count on, and one leaves two.

Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again.

And it’s these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses,
And these most loved losses are the hardest to carry.

I wish I were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day.
I’d run wide open down this causeway like brand new
Singing louder than the whole block, all my love would be a straight shot
Night would dream the dreams that I got, and so would you.

But I’m broken and I don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again.

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“Violet Hill” Coldplay

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future’s architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You’d better lie low

If you love me
Won’t you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft

There in me an armour
When im dead and hit the ground
Loves a poem
That unfolds

If you love me
Won’t you let me know?

I don’t want to be a soldier
With a captain of some sinking ship
Bestow
Far below

If you love me
Why’d you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in the snow
All that time
She was silent still

If you love me
Won’t you let me know
If you love me
Why don’t you let me know

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“These are The Days” 10,000 Maniacs

These are the days you’ll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it, you’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky.
It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are the days you’ll remember.
When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
You’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky.
It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days.

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face.
And when you do you’ll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
It’s true, you’ll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking to you, to you.

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“Stockton Gala Days” 10,000 Maniacs

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere.
Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you’ll never, you’ll never know.

The summer fields grow high.
We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from my hair.
Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as bold as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you’ll never, you’ll never know.
You’ll never know.

Violet serene like none I have set apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I’ve learned to please, to doubt myself in need.
You’ll never, you’ll never know.
You’ll never know.

That summer fields grow high.

We had wildflower fever.
We had to lay down where they grow.

How I’ve learned to hide, how I’ve locked inside, you’d be surprised if shown.
But you’ll never, you’ll never know.

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