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1.2.24
La leyenda del tiempo Canción de Camarón de la Isla con letra de Lorca
Canción de Camarón de la Isla con letra de Lorca «La leyenda del tiempo
La Leyenda del Tiempo (Federico García Lorca – Camarón)
24 03 2008
El Sueño va sobre el Tiempo
flotando como un velero.
Nadie puede abrir semillas
en el corazón del Sueño.
¡Ay, cómo canta el alba! ¡Cómo canta!
¡Qué témpanos de hielo azul levanta!
El Tiempo va sobre el Sueño
hundido hasta los cabellos.
Ayer y mañana comen
oscuras flores de duelo.
¡Ay, cómo canta la noche! ¡Cómo canta!
¡Qué espesura de anémonas levanta!
Sobre la misma columna,
abrazados Sueño y Tiempo,
cruza el gemido del niño,
la lengua rota del viejo.
¡Ay cómo canta el alba! ¡Cómo canta!
¡Qué espesura de anémonas levanta!
Y si el Sueño finge muros
en la llanura del Tiempo,
el Tiempo le hace creer
que nace en aquel momento.
¡Ay, cómo canta la noche! ¡Cómo canta!
¡Qué témpanos de hielo azul levanta!
3.9.17
Letra Take This Waltz de Leonard Cohen
Letra Take This Waltz de Leonard Cohen
(Adapted from the poem "Pequeño vals vienés" from Federico García Lorca)
Adapatación poema del poema Pequeño Vals Vienés de Lorca
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its I'll never forget you, you know!
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is.
(Adapted from the poem "Pequeño vals vienés" from Federico García Lorca)
Adapatación poema del poema Pequeño Vals Vienés de Lorca
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its I'll never forget you, you know!
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is.
21.12.12
Pepe Marchena - Los cuatro muleros -García Lorca
Pepe Marchena - Los cuatro muleros -García Lorca
Cuando era el aire de fuego
yo recorri con mi ruego la caló
y a la velada abrigo
La luna blanca va asomando por la montañas del cielo
la luna blanca asomaba por la montaña del cielo
de cuando en cuando se para pa' ver el color de tu pelo
y los ojos de tu cara
La luna tiene cerco, tiene cerco la luna
la luna tiene cerco, tiene cerco la luna (bis)
mamita mia mi amante muerto
Hasta la luna llora, la luna esta llorando
esta llorando la luna, la luna esta llorando
mamita mia,mamita mia, mamita mia,
de sentimiento, de sentimiento
De los cuatro muleros,
somos cuatro muleros
de los cuatro muleros (bis)
mamita mia, que van al rio,
que van al rio ,que llegue el rio
El de la mula torda (tris)
ay, mamita mia es mi marío
está lloviendo en el campo
en el campo está lloviendo
Esta en el campo (bis)
ay mamita mia mi amor ser moja
Quien fuera un arbolito con muchas hojas,
lleno de hojas
Cuando era el aire de fuego
yo recorri con mi ruego la caló
y a la velada abrigo
La luna blanca va asomando por la montañas del cielo
la luna blanca asomaba por la montaña del cielo
de cuando en cuando se para pa' ver el color de tu pelo
y los ojos de tu cara
La luna tiene cerco, tiene cerco la luna
la luna tiene cerco, tiene cerco la luna (bis)
mamita mia mi amante muerto
Hasta la luna llora, la luna esta llorando
esta llorando la luna, la luna esta llorando
mamita mia,mamita mia, mamita mia,
de sentimiento, de sentimiento
De los cuatro muleros,
somos cuatro muleros
de los cuatro muleros (bis)
mamita mia, que van al rio,
que van al rio ,que llegue el rio
El de la mula torda (tris)
ay, mamita mia es mi marío
está lloviendo en el campo
en el campo está lloviendo
Esta en el campo (bis)
ay mamita mia mi amor ser moja
Quien fuera un arbolito con muchas hojas,
lleno de hojas
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