October, 2018
Volare
POSTED IN Music October 19, 2018
Volare
Pienso que un sueño parecido no volverá más
y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul,
y me improvisó el viento, rápido me llevó
y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito.Volare, oh, oh,
Cantare, oh, oh,
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
Felice di stare lassù.Y volando feliz yo me encuentro más alto,
más alto, mas alto que el sol
y mientras que el mundo se aleja despacio de mí,
una música dulce ha tocado soló para mí.Volare, oh, oh,
Cantare, oh, oh,
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
Felice di stare lassù.Pienso que un sueño parecido no volverá más
y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul,
y me improvisó el viento, rápido me llevó
y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito.Volare, oh, oh,
Cantare, oh, oh,
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
Felice di stare lassù.
Pienso que un sueño parecido no volverá más
y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul,
y me improvisó el viento, rápido me llevó
Y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito.Volare, oh, oh,
Cantare, oh, oh,
Nel blu dipinto di blu,
Felice di stare lassù.
Gipsy Kings
Charade
POSTED IN Music October 12, 2018
CharadeWhen we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the strings
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart’s composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill
Charade.
Andy Williams
Lover Man
POSTED IN Music October 12, 2018
Lover Man
I don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had
Never had no kissing
Oh, what I’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be
The night is cold and I’m so alone
I’d give my soul just to call you my own
Got a moon above me
But no one to love me
Lover man, oh, where can you be
I’ve heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you’ll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we’ll meet
And you’ll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a kissing
Oh, what we’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be
I’ve heard it said
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream
I go to bed with a prayer
That you’ll make love to me
Strange as it seems
Someday we’ll meet
And you’ll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a kissing
Oh, what we’ve been missing
Lover man, oh, where can you be.
Billie Holiday
Invention
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 12, 2018
Invention
In nature nothing is lost, everything is transformed, or in other words, an economical man does like that: from the washing maching one creates a winepress! The invention should be patented! Vivat the Romanian brain
🙂!!!
Romania
Killing me softly
POSTED IN Music October 7, 2018
Killing me softlyStrumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style
And so I came to see her, to listen for a while
And there she was, this young girl, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt she’d found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that she would finish, but she just kept right on
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly
Strumming my pain with her fingers
Singing my life with her words
Killing me softly with her song
Killing me softly with her song
Telling my whole life with her words
Killing me softly, with her words.
Frank Sinatra
La Bohème
POSTED IN Music October 1, 2018
La Bohème
Je vous parle d’un temps
Que les moins de vingt ans
Ne peuvent pas connaître
Montmartre en ce temps-là
Accrochait ses lilas
Jusque sous nos fenêtres
Et si l’humble garni
Qui nous servait de nid
Ne payait pas de mine
C’est là qu’on s’est connu
Moi qui criait famine
Et toi qui posais nue
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
On est heureux
La bohème, la bohème
Nous ne mangions qu’un jour sur deux
Dans les cafés voisins
Nous étions quelques-uns
Qui attendions la gloire
Et bien que miséreux
Avec le ventre creux
Nous ne cessions d’y croire
Et quand quelque bistro
Contre un bon repas chaud
Nous prenait une toile
Nous récitions des vers
Groupés autour du poêle
En oubliant l’hiver
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
Tu es jolie
La bohème, la bohème
Et nous avions tous du génie
Souvent il m’arrivait
Devant mon chevalet
De passer des nuits blanches
Retouchant le dessin
De la ligne d’un sein
du galbe d’une hanche
Et ce n’est qu’au matin
Qu’on s’asseyait enfin
Devant un café-crème
Épuisés mais ravis
Fallait-il que l’on s’aime
Et qu’on aime la vie
La bohème, la bohème
Ça voulait dire
On a vingt ans
La bohème, la bohème
Et nous vivions de l’air du temps
Quand au hasard des jours
Je m’en vais faire un tour
À mon ancienne adresse
Je ne reconnais plus
Ni les murs, ni les rues
Qui ont vu ma jeunesse
En haut d’un escalier
Je cherche l’atelier
Dont plus rien ne subsiste
Dans son nouveau décor
Montmartre semble triste
Et les lilas sont morts
La bohème, la bohème
On était jeunes
On était fous
La bohème, la bohème
Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout.
Charles Aznavour
