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You know it isn't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me There are no words to describe it In french or english Cause diamonds they fade And flowers they bloom And I'm telling you That these feelings won't go away They've been knockin me sideways They've been knockin me out litely Whenever you come around me These feelings won't go away They've been knockin me sideways I keep thinking in a moment that Time will take them away But these feelings won't go away |
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Junto a ti, al pasar las horas oh mi amor
Hay un rumor de fuente de cristal Que en el jardin parece hablar En voz baja a las rosas Dulce amor, esas hojas secas sin color Que barre el viento Son recuerdos de romances de un ayer Huellas y promesas hechas con amor, en Aranjuez Entre un hombre y una mujer, en un atardecer Que siempre se recuerda Oh mi amor, mientras dos se quieran con fervor No dejaran las flores de brillar Ni ha de faltar al mundo paz, ni calor a la tierra Yo se bien que hay palabras huecas, sin amor Que lleva el viento, y que nadie las oyo con atencion Pero otras palabras suenan, oh mi amor al corazon Como notas de canto nupcial, y asi te quiero hablar Si en Aranjuez me esperas Luego al caer la tarde se escucha un rumor Es la fuente que alli parece hablar con las rosas when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my love, there is a sound in the garden of the crystal fountain that appears to speak below the roses. sweet love, these are dry leaves, without colour, that drift in the wind, they are memories and romances of the traces of a yesterday and promises that you make with love in aranjuez between a woman and a man in a sunset that is always remembered. o my love, between those fervently in love, they will not leave the blazing flowers or forfeit peaceful world nor the heat of the earth. i know well that there are hollow words without love, that waft in the wind that no one listens to with attention, but oh my love there are other words which sound to the heart like notes of the wedding song, and these i love to speak, if you await me in aranjuez. soon the evening falls, and one can hear the sound - it is fountain there that appears to speak with the roses. Aranjuez, Un lugar de ensuenos y de amor Donde un rumor de fuentes de cristal En el jardin parece hablar En voz baja a las rosas Aranjuez, Hoy las hojas secas sin color Que barre el viento Son recuerdos del romance que una vez Juntos empezamos tu y yo Y sin razon olvidamos Quiza ese amor escondido este En un atardecer En la brisa o en la flor Esperando tu regreso Aranjuez, Hoy las hojas secas sin color Que barre el viento Son recuerdos del romance que una vez Juntos empezamos tu y yo Y sin razon olvidamos En Aranjuez, amor Tu y yo <i>[English translation:]</i> Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love Where the sound of crystal fountains in the garden seem to whisper beneath the roses Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour which are swept by the wind Are just reminders of the romance we once began And that we've forsaken without reason Perhaps this love is hidden in a sunset In the breeze or in a flower Waiting for your return Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour which are swept by the wind Are just reminders of the romance we once started And that we've forsaken without reason |
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Samba Pa Ti is a song that I wrote when we came back from
Europe the very first time. I was up in my room looking out my window because I heard this sound. This cat blew a couple of notes on the saxophone in the back of the alley. And when I looked out, he was trying to stay up on his feet. It looked like the whole world was moving around him. And he was trying to decide between putting his saxophone in his mouth and putting the bottle of booze from his back pocket into his mouth. And I thought "he is a prisoner." He didn't know what to put in his mouth next - the horn or the bottle of booze, you know. And it just hit me. It really broke me down because he looked like all of us at one time or another. And for some reason, i just heard these lyrics, "through every step in life you find freedom from within." And then I heard the melody. It was one of the first songs that I felt really free, free enough to forget about anything. You just let it flow through you. And even though it's very simple, there's still a lot of emotion in it. |
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