Spanish Language Music

I'm not that
you imagine your
a lady
quiet and simple
one day you leave
and always forgives
that girl if ... no ...
That's not me


I'm not that
your thought you were
the White dove
you dancing water
who laughs for nothing
saying yes to everything
that girl if ... no ...
That's not me


Will not be able
never boast
having played
With the truth
with the love
of others


If you want me really
I am no longer that
that quails
against a squall
fighting between waves
is the beach
that girl if ... no ...
That's not me


But if you are looking for
only adventures,
friend guard
your whole house
I'm not that
losing hope
piensalo and


I'm not that
you imagine your
a lady
quiet and simple
one day you leave
and always forgives


That girl if ... no ...
That's not me
if not that girl ...
That's not me
if not that girl ...
That's not me

 
Placido Domingo singing the absolutely beautiful in both music and lyrics "Emaneci en tus brazos"

"I awoke at dawn again
In your arms
And I woke up weeping
For joy
I covered my face
With your hands
In order to go on loving you
Still.


You awoke
Almost asleep
And you wanted to tell me
I don’t know what
But I quieted your mouth
With my kisses
And thus passed many,
Many hours.


When night arrived
And the moon appeared
And entered by the window
The prettiest thing was
When the light of the sky
Lit up your face.


I again put myself
In your arms
And you wanted to tell me
I don’t know what
But I quieted your mouth
With my kisses
And thus passed many,
Many hours.


I awoke at dawn again
In your arms."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNtGx_tB6UY
 
Eloise by Tino Casal

He is a professional, hurricane comes and goes,
looking for action, selling only love.
Wipeout, go beyond good and evil,
Naturally, it is natural.


In time relaxing powders her nose,
Eloise, Eloise
pain in your touch, and Chinese stories,
I will remain your faithful dog eeeeel


But Eloise is fast like wildfire,
serpent in Eden,
always going a hundred
Wherever he goes,
Hirosoma pump is
about to explode,
danger not touch,
two rubber breasts nitroglycerin,
Eloise, Eloise,
pain in your touch,
and Chinese stories,
I will remain your faithful dog eeeeel


My Eloise, love quickly,
standing love, I do not know why,
you hide something,
your double jeopardy,
I run, I'll miss


Fever and pleasure, I can do, he became
in dirty gray dust,
Who was going to tell me.


With so much activity mortified me mercilessly,
and I can no more, shy gaslight
her breasts rubber two nitroglycerin, Eloise, Eloise,
many nights as I kissed, pain in your touch,
many times I curse, and Chinese stories,
I was trapped in my own network


Like a spider in captivity, I can not escape

 
Now I have twenty years. Joan Manuel Serrat

Now that I have twenty,
now I still have forces,
When my soul is not dead,
and I feel my blood boil.


Now I feel able
singing if another sings, too.
Today still I have a voice,
and I can still believe in gods ...


I want to sing to the stones, land, water,
wheat and road, I'm treading.
At night, the sky, the sea as ours,
and the wind that comes morning kissing my face.


I want to speak out by a storm,
by a sunbeam,
or the nightingale has sung at sunset.


Ref:
Now that I have twenty,
now I still have forces,
I do not have the dead soul,
and I feel my blood boil.


Now that I have twenty,
today my heart shoots,
for a moment of love,
or to see a child mourn ...


I want to sing to love. To the first. At the last.
At that it makes you suffer. When you live one day.
I mourn with those who are alone,
and go through the world without love.


I want to speak out, to sing to men
who they are born standing,
living standing,
and standing die.


I want and want and want to sing.
Today I have still voice.
Who knows if I can tomorrow.


But today I have only twenty.
Today still I have the strength,
and I have no dead soul,
and I feel my blood boil ...

 
Why didn't I know about him??? This is great, Carlos, thanks.
 
Mediterráneo

Perhaps because my childhood
still playing in your beach
and hidden behind the reeds
sleep my first love,
I carry your light and your smell
wherever you go,
and hoarded in your arena
I keep love, games and sorrow.
I, who in the skin I have the flavor
bitter of the eternal crying
who have poured in you hundred villages
Algeciras to Istanbul
for you paint blue
its long winter nights.
dint of misadventures,
your soul is deep and dark.
To your red sunsets
my eyes adjusted
as the bend in the road.
I am a singer, I'm a liar,
I like the game and wine,
I have sailor's soul.
what can I do, if I
I was born in the Mediterranean.
And you approach and go
after kissing my village.
playing with the tide
you go, thinking back.
you're like a woman
perfumed pitch
which yearns for and wants
which it is known and feared.
Oh, if one day for my bad
It comes looking for the Grim Reaper.
Heave the sea my boat
with an autumnal east
and let the temporary
scrapping its white wings.
And bury me without duel
between the beach and the sky ...
On the side of a mountain,
higher than the horizon.
I have good eyesight.
my body is way,
I will give him green to the pines
and yellow to the broom.
Near the sea. because I
I was born in the Mediterranean.

Another legendary song of Joan Manuel Serrat, Catalan father and mother Aragon. Mediterranean is a song that is in the collective consciousness of the Spaniards.

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I am rebel

I am a rebel for the world has made me so

Just 'cause nobody had time to show me love
Or to listen when I told them what I know

I am a rebel for my questions were in vain
Just as nobody had time to understand
And the answers that I needed never came

Now I long to be like a child again
Happy in my own little life

And I'd like to give everything I have
Just to feel a friend by my side

And to dream, and to live, in a world without spite
And to sing, and to love and to know what is right.

I am a rebel for the world has made me so.
Just as nobody had time to show me love
Or to listen when I told them what I know

Now I long to be like a child again
Happy in my own little life

And I'd like to give everything I have
Just to feel a friend by my side

And to dream, and to live, in a world without spite
And to sing, and to love, and to know what is right

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Bitter Wine is the drink
because of a woman
because I carry within me
because I carry within me
the bitterness of a love
laugh Loves Guitar
but ... my sounds to me crying
each note tearing me apart
each note tearing me apart
the soul as a penalty
Chorus
bitter wine, which does not give joy,
and although I got drunk
I pueo not forget,
because I remember,
give me sour wine
that bitter, that amargue
pa love her more
Or wine, or guitar
I have cheerful put
and although I goal in farra
and although ... I goal spree
between dreams is to see
Words are gone with the wind
like foam, the river takes
but it is the feeling
but it is the feelin
when much he wanted "Querío" "Querido"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbio-8ue6MI

Mi Salamanca

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6qRmTfFjd4
 
Mediterráneo

Perhaps because my childhood
still playing in your beach
and hidden behind the reeds
sleep my first love,
I carry your light and your smell
wherever you go,
and hoarded in your arena
I keep love, games and sorrow.
I, who in the skin I have the flavor
bitter of the eternal crying
who have poured in you hundred villages
Algeciras to Istanbul
for you paint blue
its long winter nights.
dint of misadventures,
your soul is deep and dark.
To your red sunsets
my eyes adjusted
as the bend in the road.
I am a singer, I'm a liar,
I like the game and wine,
I have sailor's soul.
what can I do, if I
I was born in the Mediterranean.
And you approach and go
after kissing my village.
playing with the tide
you go, thinking back.
you're like a woman
perfumed pitch
which yearns for and wants
which it is known and feared.
Oh, if one day for my bad
It comes looking for the Grim Reaper.
Heave the sea my boat
with an autumnal east
and let the temporary
scrapping its white wings.
And bury me without duel
between the beach and the sky ...
On the side of a mountain,
higher than the horizon.
I have good eyesight.
my body is way,
I will give him green to the pines
and yellow to the broom.
Near the sea. because I
I was born in the Mediterranean.

Another legendary song of Joan Manuel Serrat, Catalan father and mother Aragon. Mediterranean is a song that is in the collective consciousness of the Spaniards.

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Love this...the Mediterranean permeates my consciousness too. It's an integral part of who I am.

I'm going to put this song in my I-Pod. In fact, I'm going to put a number of these last songs you've posted in my I-Pod and phone.

Thanks Carlos.
 
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I do not know why you've imagined driving and listening.


Sand tower

As a cry of my soul
They are my sighs, so help me God,
faithful witnesses to the agony
that is burning my heart.


No, on the night of my misadventure,
or a little star come to light
this path of eternal bitterness
which, sad and dark,
I do not know where to go ...
This path of eternal bitterness
which, sad and dark,
I do not know where it goes ...


Sand tower
knew that my love styling.
Sand tower
where my life I wanted to be locked up.
Moonless night,
river without water, odorless flower ...
http://www.coveralia.com/letras/torre-de-arena-marife-de-triana.php


Everything is a lie, all is chimera,
everything is delirium of my pain.


Like a flower that skims the wind
my heart is dying,
and, little by little, my suffering
It will be taking all my love.


As a source silent and lifeless.
As the boat that loses the helm.
As detached flower rosebush
It is sore
my poor illusion ...
As detached flower rosebush
It is sore
my poor illusion ...


Sand tower
knew that my love styling (etc)

 
When I stay alone at night
more than a thousand dreams huddle me
and memories make me feel my


From the mountains to the guadalquivir
year history pass you by
always beautiful city in the world without end


When I wake up I do not give up
I feel my blood gushes
doors open wide to humanity


Cordoba reaching the day you fall in love with me
and at night you bewitch me alone
and with your magic you make me dream


White Christian Cordoba and hopscotch
walk your streets carnations and roses
filled my dreams of freedom


Among my dreams I walk alone
the corners that you adorn yourself
Sa and nights smell of jasmine


Here that they fit the springs
here you always dream to see them
when I go let me be here


Cordova.....


When I stay alone at night
more than a thousand dreams huddle me
and memories make me feel my


Here that they fit the springs
here you always dream to see them
when I go let me be here


Cordova.....


Cordoba my people say you're always alone
you are sultana and love
and he who comes never going


Cordova

 
Where the warm sun shines
with a new glare
gilding the sands
Where the air is clean yet
in the soft light
Stars
Where the fire love makes
the river is talkative
and the jungle minte
Today I found a place
for the two in this new land.


America, America
a whole huge garden
this is America.
When God made Eden
he thought in America.


Each new sunset
the sky begins to burn
and I hear the wind
Which brings me with his song
a complaint of love
as a lament
The scent of a flower
the beat of a drum
on the prairies
dances of war and peace
of a people who still
He has not broken their chains


America

America, America
a whole huge garden
this is America.
When God made Eden
he thought of America

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjcYAxDCoKs
 
Free
It has almost twenty years and that's
tired of dreaming,
but after the cement is your home,
his world, his city.
He thinks the fence is only
a piece of metal,
something that can never stop
their desire to fly.


Free,
as the sun dawns,
I am free as the sea ...
... Like a bird he escaped from his prison
and can, at last, fly ...
... As the wind picks up my regret
and my regret,
way endlessly
truth behind
and I know what is finally freedom.


With his love he left montera
singing a song,
He is going so happy he heard
the voice that called him,
and he is lying on the ground remained
He is smiling and not talking,
on his chest crimson flowers,
They flowed endlessly ...


Free,
as the sun dawns,
I am free as the sea ...
... Like a bird he escaped from his prison
and can, at last, fly ...
... As the wind picks up my regret
and my regret,
way endlessly
truth behind
and I know what is finally freedom.

 
I would not ...

What I would not give start again
A stroll along the sandy white beach that
What I would not give to hear again
And that girl comes home late.
And hear that cry of my mother
Proclaming my name in the window
While I defoliate spring
The main street and the square.


What I would not give start again
To count stars from my window
Frilly dress and walk the fair
To feel the kiss of the morning.


And fly to the arms of my pare
And feel that glint in his eye
Then slowly away
A tablao dancing Sevillanas.


What I would not give escape
A summer movie theater and later
And I give the first kiss of love
What I would not give to sit
Joining him in that park
Watching the sun set.


What I would not give to and for sitting
And next to him at the park
And hearing the sound of the sea
And hearing the sound of the sea.

 
Resistiré

When I loose all the games

when I sleep in lonelyness
when all the exits close before me
and the night won´t leave me in peace
when the silence scares me
when it´s difficult to keep hanging on
when the memories pop up
and drive me against the wall
I will resist it and keep standing tall against the world
I will change into iron in order to harden my skin
and even when the winds of life are blowing fiercely
I´m like a straw that folds itself, but I will always
keep standing straight
I will resist
in order to keep on living
I will take the blows
I will never give in
and even when the dreams
are breaking me into peaces
i will resist
when the world looses all magic
when I am my own enemy
when nostalgia stabs me
and I don´t even know my own voice
when madness threatens me
When the coin returns tail
when the devil sends the bill
or when you happen no to be with me
I will keep standing tall towards everything

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_KFr-Lnxsk
 
At dawn

If I told you, my love,
that temoa at dawn,
I do not know what stars are these
that hurt as threats,
nor do I know what the moon bleeds
the blade of his scythe.
I sense that after the night
come the longest night,
I do not leave me
my love, at dawn.
Children who did not have
They hide in the sewers,
eat the last flowers,
It seems to guess
that the day is coming
It comes with backward hunger.
I sense that after tonight ...


Thousands of vultures silent
They are spreading their wings,
not destroys you, my love,
this silent dance,
damn dance of the dead,
powder morning.
I sense that after the night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Opkhv5FeUjA
 
Pongamos que hablo de Madrid

Wherever the roads intersect,
where the sea can not be conceived,
which always returns the fugitive,
say that I speak of Madrid.


Where desire traveling in lifts,
a hole left for me,
I leave my life in its corners,
say that I speak of Madrid.


Girls longer want to be princesses,
and children gives them to pursue
the sea in a glass of gin,
say that I speak of Madrid.


The birds visit the psychiatrist,
forget the stars come out,
Death travels in white ambulances,
say that I speak of Madrid.


The sun is a butane stove,
life one meter starting point,
there a syringe in the sink,
say that I speak of Madrid.


When death comes to me,
south with me where I was born,
here there is no room for anyone,
say that I speak of Madrid

 

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