Esta no es una cancion... Quiero confesarle al mundo y a toda la gente Esto no es un secreto lo que vengo a contarte Mantener el amor vivo es una obra de arte
Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso Amor de tu lado nuevo ningun esfuerzo...
(Dimelo) Amarse en la vida es imprevisible Dinero sin amor de nada te sirve Prefiero de tu lado estar sin riqueza El oro de tu sonrisa me la regresa
Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso Amor de tu lado nuevo ningun esfuerzo...
Traduction
Je veux confier au monde et à tous les gens, Ce que je vais vous raconter n'est pas un secret, Maintenir l'amour vivant est une œuvre d'art
Mon amour je veux que tu saches avec ces mots L'amour nouveau à tes côtés est sans effort
S'aimer dans la vie est imprévisible L'argent sans amour ne te sert à rien Je préfère être à tes côtés sans richesse L'or de ton sourire me la donne...
Buddhist monks from the Gelugpa school. Prayer invoking all Buddhist monks from the Gelugpa school. Prayer invoking all Divinities. A capella voices. (Tibet)
Buddhist monk from the Kagyupa school. « Visualization of Buddha Buddhist monk from the Kagyupa school. « Visualization of Buddha Amitabha in light & resorption in self ». A capella voice. (Tibet)
Song. Peaceful & refined. Female a capella voice. (Tibet)歌词
Le Potala est très précieux comme la couronne que portait le Roi du Tibet. La couronne est comme le soleil. On entend encore les trompes qui résonnent et les chants des moines.
Lullaby "...Sleep my child". Female voice & piano.歌词
Dortn est men in der vokhn khale zuneniu Yeykhelekh vel ikh dir kokhn shlof je liuu liu Er vet shikn tsvantsig dollers, zayn portrait dertsu Un vet nemen lebn zol er unz ahintsutsu
Traduction :
Dors mon enfant Là-bas, mon petit garçon, on raconte qu'on mange de la brioche même en semaine, Je te ferai du bouillon de poule, endors-toi, liuliu, Il nous enverra 20 dollars et aussi sa photographie, Et, si dieu lui prête vie, il nous fera venir là-bas....
Plucked guitar intro, simple percussion and haunting piano. Building Plucked guitar intro, simple percussion and haunting piano. Building to a driving, heartfelt, reflective string crescendo. Hand made and honest.
And you wont be silent And you force it in the place I lie I wont be kind, no And you chorus in this faucet And there wont be time Win and take it, we may love Win and take it, we may love
Heartfelt folk. Acoustic guitar, piano, handclaps and tambourine Heartfelt folk. Acoustic guitar, piano, handclaps and tambourine combine, developing into a slow and subtle build, which breaks into a double-time, care-free chorus section.
Heartfelt folk. Acoustic guitar, piano, handclaps and tambourine Heartfelt folk. Acoustic guitar, piano, handclaps and tambourine combine, developing into a slow and subtle build, which breaks into a double-time, care-free chorus section.
歌词
Say what you're thinking I know you just can't wait until that special evening The thought of being back with you at home I'm coming home
My heartbeat is pounding The anticipation shaking all that's around me I just can't believe I'm coming home I'm coming home
I'll meet you by the wishing well Close your eyes and let yourself be everything that you hoped you would be We'll settle down and find a place Or disappear without a trace The story of a brand new you and me
Say what you're thinking Coz I just can't wait until I'm no longer hurting And wrapped around your arms
Coz I'll be home Yeah I'll be home
I'll meet you by the wishing well Close your eyes and let yourself be everything that you hoped you would be We'll settle down and find a place Or disappear without a trace The story of a brand new you and me
I'll meet you by the wishing well Close your eyes and let yourself be everything that you hoped you would be We'll settle down and find a place Or disappear without a trace The story of a brand new you and me
Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female singer, folk guitar & piano. 歌词
Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh
Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Pop song / variety music / romantic comedy / romantic movie. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female singer, folk guitar, electric guitar & rhythm. 歌词
Elle disait tant de chosesDu chant de la vie en roseErreur je supposeC’était oh baby oh baby oh Elle parlait poésieLa rose c’est la vieLe ciel entr’elle et lui maisC’était oh baby oh baby oh Je buvais dans son verreSi grand si vert si troublantSes nus célibatairesSi grands sévères se mouvantDedans Je l’avais mal compriseLa chanson de la promiseC’était à ma surprisePlutôt baby oh baby oh
Chicha song. Male vocal, soprano sax & ensemble.
歌词
Si quieres una sonrisa dejame la puerta abierta si quieres una mirada dejame la puerta abierta si quieres una palabra dejame la puerta abierta y si no precisas nada nunca la dejes cerrada
Ethnic electronica. Electronics, male singer, ethnic drums & soprano Ethnic electronica. Electronics, male singer, ethnic drums & soprano sax.歌词
Si quieres una sonrisa dejame la puerta abierta si quieres una mirada dejame la puerta abierta si quieres una palabra dejame la puerta abierta y si no precisas nada nunca la dejes cerrada
Amame y olvídame, Que nuestro amor Esta aprisionado en el alma Sin decirnos nada Con la mirada Porque no puede ser
Amame y déjame
No digas mas Lo nuestro es el silencio
Y en su suspiro Lo mas querido Porque no puede ser
No hay nada en el mundo Que nos deje confesar Decirnos la verdad Hablar de amor No hay nada en el mundo Mas que nuestro pensamiento Ocultando en el aliento la verdad Al hablar, al llorar,
Amame y aléjate No me digas mas Que todo está prohibido Sera nuestro tibio sueño escondido
Aunque no pueda ser
Traduction (Français):
Aime-moi et oublie-moi Car notre amour Est emprisonné dans l'âme Sans dire mot Juste un regard Parce qu'il est impossible
Aime-moi et laisse-moi
N'en dis pas plus Pour nous, c’est le silence
Un soupir est Ce qu'il y a de plus cher Parce qu'il est impossible
Il n'y a rien au monde Qui nous permette de nous confier De nous dire la vérité Parler d’amour Il n'y a rien au monde Que notre pensée La vérité masquée dans un souffle, Au moment de nous parler, de pleurer
Aime-moi et éloigne-toi Ne me dis plus encore Que tout est interdit Ce sera notre doux rêve caché
Bien qu’il soit impossible.
Translation (English) :
Love me and forget me, Because our love Is imprisoned in our soul Without saying a word Only with our looks Because it's not meant to be
Love me and leave me
Dont say a word Our thing is silence
And in is sigh The most beloved thing Because it's not meant to be
There's nothing in the world That would let us confess Tell each other the truth Talk about love There's nothing in the world More than our thoughts Hiding the truth in our breath When we talk, when we cry
Love me and walk away Don't say again That everything is forbidden It'll be our warm hidden dream
Amame y olvídame, Que nuestro amor Esta aprisionado en el alma Sin decirnos nada Con la mirada Porque no puede ser
Amame y déjame
No digas mas Lo nuestro es el silencio
Y en su suspiro Lo mas querido Porque no puede ser
No hay nada en el mundo Que nos deje confesar Decirnos la verdad Hablar de amor No hay nada en el mundo Mas que nuestro pensamiento Ocultando en el aliento la verdad Al hablar, al llorar,
Amame y aléjate No me digas mas Que todo está prohibido Sera nuestro tibio sueño escondido
Aunque no pueda ser
Traduction (Français):
Aime-moi et oublie-moi Car notre amour Est emprisonné dans l'âme Sans dire mot Juste un regard Parce qu'il est impossible
Aime-moi et laisse-moi
N'en dis pas plus Pour nous, c’est le silence
Un soupir est Ce qu'il y a de plus cher Parce qu'il est impossible
Il n'y a rien au monde Qui nous permette de nous confier De nous dire la vérité Parler d’amour Il n'y a rien au monde Que notre pensée La vérité masquée dans un souffle, Au moment de nous parler, de pleurer
Aime-moi et éloigne-toi Ne me dis plus encore Que tout est interdit Ce sera notre doux rêve caché
Bien qu’il soit impossible.
Translation (English) :
Love me and forget me, Because our love Is imprisoned in our soul Without saying a word Only with our looks Because it's not meant to be
Love me and leave me
Dont say a word Our thing is silence
And in is sigh The most beloved thing Because it's not meant to be
There's nothing in the world That would let us confess Tell each other the truth Talk about love There's nothing in the world More than our thoughts Hiding the truth in our breath When we talk, when we cry
Love me and walk away Don't say again That everything is forbidden It'll be our warm hidden dream
Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Singer & accordion.歌词
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
Sur la butte Montmartre,
Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait pas connu son père, Elle avait plus de mère, Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule, Rue Saint-Vincent. À travaillait déjà pour vivre Et les soirs de givre, Dans le froid noir et glaçant, Son petit fichu sur les épaules, À rentrait par la rue des Saules, Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées, La nappe étoilée, Et la lune en croissant Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique Sur la petite croix de la basilique, Rue Saint-Vincent. L'été, par les chauds crépuscules, A rencontré Jules, Qu'était si caressant, Qu'à restait la soirée entière, Avec lui près du vieux cimetière, Rue Saint-Vincent. Et je petit Jules était de la tierce Qui soutient la gerce, Aussi l'adolescent, Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre, D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre, Rue Saint-Vincent. Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche, Elle était toute blanche, Même qu'en l'ensevelissant, Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse Était crevé le soir de sa noce, Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
Sur la butte Montmartre, Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle, À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle, Rue Saint-Vincent.
English translation : RUE SAINT VINCENT She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent. In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent. By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent. And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent. When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day
Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.
Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Solo accordion.
Cool, atmospheric, determined. Confident male vocals with brooding, Cool, atmospheric, determined. Confident male vocals with brooding, bluesy lyrics and strummed acoustic guitar are joined by expansive electric guitar, building to catchy choruses. Cool piano motifs and guitar solos add drama to this attitude filled stomp clap Americana song.歌词
If you want this side of me If you hope there’s more to see You can’t wait, this time tomorrow You’ll be still holding on, I guarantee.
Come taste the water, taste the day I’m an ocean, you’re the bay. It’s been said that I’m an outlaw With too much time to steal away.
You know, you know that I could never change They say, you say, there’s need to disarrange. And all I hear are lies that re-appear And despite all this you still want this side of me.
God give me peace, God give me rest I need time to re-assess. You see I’m tired, but that’s life though I still hold my convictions to the test.
Cool, atmospheric, determined. Instrumental version. Brooding and Cool, atmospheric, determined. Instrumental version. Brooding and bluesy strummed acoustic guitar is joined by expansive electric guitar, building to catchy choruses. Cool piano motifs and guitar solos add drama to this attitude filled stomp clap Americana underscore.
Cool, atmospheric, determined. Confident male vocals with brooding, Cool, atmospheric, determined. Confident male vocals with brooding, bluesy lyrics and strummed acoustic guitar are joined by expansive electric guitar. Cool piano motifs add attitude to this stomp clap Americana song.
Folk-blues song. Intro with a capella voice. Male vocal, acoustic Folk-blues song. Intro with a capella voice. Male vocal, acoustic picking & slide guitars. 歌词
I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2)
I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2)
You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done I don't love you no more (x2)
Ho............................. 'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
