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Palabras Para Juli
Tъ no puedes volver atrбs
Porque la vida ya te empuja
Como una ola interminable,
Interminable.
Te sentirбs acorralada,
Te sentirбs perdida, sola,
Tal vez querrбs no haber nacido,
No haber nacido.
Pero tъ siempre acuйrdate
De lo que un dнa yo escribн
Pensando en ti, pensando en ti
Como ahora pienso...
La vida es bella, ya verбs
Como el pesar de los pesares,
Tendrбs amigos, tendrбs amor,
Tendrбs amigos.
Otros esperan, a quienes diste
En esa ayuda tu alegrнa,
Que les ayuda tu canciуn
Entre tus canciones.
Pero tъ siempre acuйrdate
De lo que un dнa yo escribн
Pensando en ti, pensando en ti
Como ahora pienso...
Nunca te entregues, ni te apartes,
Junto al camino nunca vivas.
No puedo mбs y aquн me quedo
Aquн me quedo.
No sй decirte nada mбs,
Pero tъ debes comprender
Que yo aun estoy en el camino,
En el camino...
Pero tъ siempre acuйrdate
De lo que un dнa yo escribн
Pensando en ti, pensando en ti
Como ahora pienso...
Pistolero
Edward L. Alperson, Jerry Winn
Wedded to your gun,
always on th run,
Pistolero - Pistolero.
Pistolero you feel no fear,
though many nights you know death is near
Pistolero you're doomed to fall,
lonelines is the greatest fear of all.
Pistolero no time for love
there's just one thing that you thinking of
another fight and another thrill,
another notch on your gun for another kill.
Pistolero your only friend,
is a gun that's gonna be your end,
but way down deep you in your heart you know,
your stallions tears are the only tears that'll fall.
Pistolero your gun is cold,
your bloody story has been told.
Your last reward is the endless sleep
in a lonely hole that's six feet deep
Pum Pum
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Cuando miro tus lindos ojitos
y siento tu mano en mi mano apretar
me parece que todo es un lindo sueсito y me empieza a palpitar,
me parece que todo es un lindo sueсito y me empieza a palpitar.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Si tъ cantas, yo canto
si lloras, yo lloro,
si rнes, yo rнo tambiйn
sуlo quiero que nunca le hagas sufrir a mi pobre corazуn,
sуlo quiero que nunca le hagas sufrir a mi pobre corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn.
Pum pum,
pum pum,
pobrecito el corazуn
Que Sera · Che Sarа
Josй Feliciano
Que Sera
Pueblo mio, que estas en la colina
tendido como un viejo que se muere
la pena, el abandono, son tu triste compaсia
pueblo mio te dejo sin alegria.
Que sera, que sera, que sera
que sera de mi vida, que sera
si se mucho o no se nada
ya maсana se vera, y sera
sera, sera lo que sera.
Ya mis amigos, se fueron casi todos
y los otros partiran despues que yo.
Lo siento porque amaba su agradable compaсia
mas es mi vida tengo que marchar.
Que sera, que sera, que sera
que sera, de mi vida que sera
en las noches mi guitarra dulcemente sonara
y una niсa de mi pueblo llorara.
Amor mio me llevo tu sonrisa
que fue la fuente de mi amor primero
amor te lo prometo, como y cuando no lo se
mas se tan solo que regresare
Che Sarа
Paese mio che stai sulla collina
Disteso come un vecchio addormentato
La noia l'abbandono
Il niente sono la tua malattia
Paese mio ti lascio e vado via
Che sarа che sarа che sarа
Che sarа della mia vita chi lo sa
So far tutto o forse niente
Da domani si vedrа
Che sarа sarа quel che sarа
Gli amici miei son quasi tutti via
E gli altri partiranno dopo me
Peccato perchи stavo
Bene in loro compagnia
Ma tutto passa tutto se ne va
Che sarа che sarа che sarа
Che sarа della mia vita chi lo sa
So far tutto o forse niente
Da domani si vedrа
Che sarа sarа quel che sarа
Amore mio ti bacio sulla bocca
Che fu la fonte del mio primo amore
Ti do l'appuntamento
Come quando non lo so
Ma so soltanto che ritornerт
Che sarа che sarа che sarа
Che sarа della mia vita chi lo sa
So far tutto o forse niente
Da domani si vedrа
Che sarа sarа quel che sarа
Che sarа che sarа che sarа
Che sarа della mia vita chi lo sa
So far tutto o forse niente
Da domani si vedrа
Che sarа sarа quel che sarа
Che sarа sarа quel che sarа
Red Headed Stranger
Carl Stutz, Edith Lindemann
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
Rode into town one day.
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion,
And walkin' behind was a bay.
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder,
And his lips, they were sad and tight.
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside,
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window,
An' watched as he passed her way.
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion,
But cast greedy eyes on the bay.
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony,
Meant more to him than life.
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin',
Had ridden when she was his wife.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.
The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern,
An' looked up the stranger there.
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money,
He just didn't seem to care.
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion,
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay.
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say:
"Don't cross him, don't boss him.
"He's wild in his sorrow:
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
"Don't fight him, don't spite him;
"Just wait till tomorrow,
"Maybe he'll ride on again."
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset;
The stranger went free, of course.
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman,
Who's tryin' to steal your horse.
This is the tale of the red headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way,
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion,
And don't lay a hand on the bay.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again
Rock 'n' Roll I Gave You The Best Years Of My Life
Kevin Johnson
(= Gute Freunde)
I can still remember when I bought my first guitar,
Remember just how good the feeling was, put it proudly in my car,
And my family listened fifty times to my two song repertoire,
And I told my mum her only son was gonna be a star.
Bought all the Beatle records, sounded just like Paul,
Bought all the old Chuck Berry's, 78's and all,
And I sat by my record player, playin' every note they played,
And I watched them all on TV, makin every move they made.
Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life,
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moon-lit summer nights,
I was so busy in the back room writin' love songs to you,
While you were changin' your direction, never even knew,
That I was always, just one step behind you.
'66 seemed like the year I was really goin' somewhere,
We were living in San Francisco, with flowers in our hair,
Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand,
But the guys and me were something more than just another band,
And then '69 in LA, came around so soon,
We were really making headway and writing lots of tunes,
We must have played the wildest stuff we had ever played,
The way the crowds cried out for us, we thought we had it made.
Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life,
All the crazy lazy young days, all the magic moon-lit nights,
I was so busy on the road singin' love songs to you,
While you were changin' your direction, never even knew,
That I was always, just one step behind you.
'71 in Soho, when I saw Suzanne,
I was trying to go it solo, with someone else's band,
She came up to me ladylike and I took her by the hand,
And I told her all my troubles and she seemed to understand,
And she followed me through London, through a hundred hotel rooms,
A hundred record companies who didn't like my tunes,
And she followed me when, finally, I sold my old guitar,
She tried to help me understand, I'd never be a star.
Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life,
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moon-lit summer nights,
I was so busy in the back room writin' love songs to you,
While you were changin' your direction, never even knew,
That I was always, just one step behind you
Rocky Mountain Music
Eddie Rabbitt
Back Upon an old dirt road
Next to a swamp full of toads
was a slanted wood shack
with three little kids and a momma
papa died in '63
to plant those 'taters and
pull up another tomorrow
Rocky Mountain Music
Fills my memory with you
Rocky mountain music
Papa can I hear you playin for me..
Rocky Mountain Music
Fills my memory with you
Rocky mountain music
momma can I hear you singin to me..
Little brother was never quite right
he used to sit on the floor in the sunlight
playin with the dust
that danced on the beams in the window
sister had to cook and clean
cuz momma she got sick and lean
sometimes I think she just got that way missin poppa
Rocky Mountain Music
Fills my memory with you
Rocky mountain music
brother can I hear you callin me..
well every thing has changed today
little brother he was taken away
sister, she married a soldier and lives in Toledo
And me I'm in a Nashville bar
and I've never been so far..
from that old gravel road
and the rivers that run through my mem'ry
Rosas Rojas Para Una Dama Triste
B. Molar, S. Tepper, R. C. Bennett
Te vi llorar, sin saber por quй, cuando
Sin pensar nos dimos el "Adiуs".
Y esas rosas rojas que te mandй
Lloran sin olvido por aquel ayer.
Igual que tъ hoy mis rosas son tristes
Al llorar por ti igual que yo.
No sй si te verй,
No sй si me verбs.
Mis rosas rojas dicen que amas
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