Canción de amor... (Lisandro Aristimuño)

It's a beautiful day... (Queen)

It's a beautiful day
The sun is shining
I feel good
And no-one's gonna stop me now
It's a beautiful day
I feel good, I feel right
And no-one, no-one's gonna stop me now
Mama
Sometimes I feel so sad, so sad, so bad
But no-one's gonna stop me now, no-one
It's hopeless - so hopeless to even try

Dónde están los poetas... (María Elena Walsh)

Dónde están

los poetas.

Los poetas por dónde andarán.

Cuando cantan y nadie los oye

es señal de que todo anda mal.

Si están vivos los premia el olvido,

pero a algunos quizá les harán

homenajes después que se mueran

en la cárcel o la soledad.

Quiénes son

los poetas,

los testigos de un mundo traidor.

Ellos quieren salir a la calle

para hacer la revolución,

y en la esquina se van por las ramas

donde un pájaro se les voló.

Y se encierran de nuevo en sus libros

que no encuentran lector ni editor.

Y quizás

los poetas

no se venden ni mienten jamás.

Es posible que a veces alquilen

sus palabras por necesidad,

o que un par de ilusiones perdidas

cada día las cambien por pan.

Pero son la conciencia de todos

y ratones de la eternidad.

Aquí están

los poetas

ayudándonos a suspirar.

Words of love... (Buddy Holly)

Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real

Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you

Let me hear you say
The words I want to hear
Darling when you're near

Words of love you whisper soft and true
Darling I love you

She... (Charles Aznavour)

She may be the face I can't forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or
The price I have to pay.

She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She may be the beauty or the beast,
May be the famine or the feast,
May turn each day into a
Heaven or a hell.

She may be the mirror of my dream,
A smile reflected in a stream,
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell.

She who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry.

She may be the love that cannot hope to last,
May come to me from shadows of the past,
That I remember till the day I die.

She may be the reason I survive,
The why and wherefore I'm alive,
The one I'll care for through the
Rough and rainy years.

Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be.
The meaning of my life is she, she, she.

No-one but you... (Brian May)

A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in heaven
Do you want us to cry?

And everywhere the broken hearted
On every lonely avenue
No-one could reach them
No-one but you

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
And life goes on -
Without you

Another tricky situation
I get to drownin' in the blues
And I find myself thinkin'
Well - what would you do?

Yeah - it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation
You found a way through - and

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
We'll remember -
Forever...

And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye...

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
Cryin' for nothing
Cryin' for no one
No-one but you