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Pity me

Pity me
and come again
The evening is endless tonight
bend over and cut my flower of pain
 
Pity me
and come again
I'm alone with sadness and I'm fighting
in pain I'm forming some laughter
 
Pity me...
 
(refrain)
Pity, pity me because
your mistake that you left is big
I've only got you in life
and nothing else
 
Pity me...
 
Pity me
and come again
it's a shame that I'm telling you this,
and yet, you must
right now as the God is watching over us
 
Pity me
and come again
Our life has traps and you will fall
You're a kid and I don't want you to get hurt
 
Pity me...
 
(refrain, bis)
Pity, pity me because
your mistake that you left is big
I've only got you in life
and nothing else
 
Pity me...
 

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Ocean of Arms

The day on which the sun doesn't shine anymore,
And there are no stars in the nights,
No stars in the nights,
We'll go, on the streets we'll go,
So there's many, many stars again,
Many stars again. [2x]
 
Yeah, if we have to fall, then in a ocean of arms,
Yeah, if you're waiting for us to fall, then you're falling into delusion
No one can stop us, lock us in Azkaban, even
We're giving our all to fall into your ocean of arms.
 
Hooligans ourselves, hooligans are our fans
On purpose, and for a long time, we're party partisans
Let the oceans of arms swing,
Let them swing, let, let them swing
 
The day on which the sun doesn't shine anymore,
And there are no stars in the nights,
No stars in the nights,
We'll go, on the streets we'll go,
So there's many, many stars again,
Many stars again. [2x]
 
[We're] first, because we're in a pack, dynamite in every verse,
The heavy bag of victory, talent in every brother
You, you're trying to catch us,
You, can you see that you're screwing up?
Because there's trotyl in our every fan
Because we're a pack
 
Hooligans ourselves, hooligans are our fans
On purpose, and for a long time, we're party partisans
Let the oceans of arms swing,
Let them swing, let, let them swing
 
The day on which the sun doesn't shine anymore,
And there are no stars in the nights,
No stars in the nights,
We'll go, on the streets we'll go,
So there's many, many stars again,
Many stars again. [2x]
 
The sun doesn't shine anymore,
No stars in the nights
On the streets we'll go
Many, many stars again.
 
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Welcome

Everybody is welcomed here, you can live there
The best for the other ones
You just have to want it
The one who has it, gives it
You give this, I give that
So come on!
 
Who comes here alone in the morning
He won't leave alone
It's like that in every family, it works well
So welcome to the family!
 
Who comes here alone in the morning
-(welcome to the family)
He, who is there is here, and not going anywhere
-(welcome to our place)
So welcome to the time, that would give
-(would give)
One hundred brothers is better than few
 
The bond binds us, to the land with no borders
We want to celebrate through the nights and days
And there is more and more of us
I'm here for you
And there is your happiness for me
So come on!
 
Who comes here alone in the morning
-(welcome to the family)
He, who is there is here, and not going anywhere
-(welcome to our place)
So welcome to the time, that would give
-(would give)
One hundred brothers is better than few
 
Let's remember the ones, who are gone
They go by our sides
Time is ours, we are looking for love
We want to tell our stories
We make all our friends laugh
 
That place is the most beautiful
There is peace and serenity
Perhaps I saw it in my dreams
And wanted to live there
 
It's hard to believe
That I met this place
It has soul
And welcome me with family
The most beautiful pipedream
 
-(Come on)
Who comes here alone in the morning
-(A family that he has got there)
He won't leave alone
-(Welcome to our place)
It's like that in every family, it works well
So welcome to the family!
 
Who comes here alone in the morning
-(A family that he has got there)
He, who is there is here, and not going anywhere
-(welcome to our place)
So welcome to the time, that would give
One hundred brothers is more than...
What we want to give them...
 
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The price of fame (2002)

When Alex Estragón arrived, everybody started to fight over his company. 'They told me that you succeeded in Paris', said in the middle of a warm hug Mrs Bonanini. 'They exagerate' -he answered-, 'I did a couple of shows and I went very well, but nothing more'. 'Weren't ten concerts?' - they asked him - 'Yes, in France, but not all of them in Paris'. 'Nowdays, it's not so important how one is going in Paris' said the host, Francesco Borderotti, 'Here we are learning to value our musicians independently of what the Le Figaró critic says'... 'According to La Nacion of Buenos Aires' - said Miss Mancilla -, 'you are the best performer of Brahms ever heard in many years, did you know?'. 'Brahms is something truly beautiful' said Alex. 'She wasn't talking about Brahmns, but about you way of performing it, Monsieur' said Tibor, the waiter who was distributing cups of sparkling wine.
 
The young Jeanette Bonanini, took Alex by the hand and drove him to the piano. 'What are you going to play today for us?' -she askef him-. 'I want Hyden!' yelled her mother, 'No, better something of Ravel!' was heard of another place, 'Cernik, Cernik!' pleaded an old man whose life seemed to go on that... 'I am sorry!, but I have nothing in my fingers in this moment'. 'Oh come on, if you played in Prague last week!' -protested Miss Mancilla-... 'Yesssss, but mmm.... well, all right, I am going to play a little' -said Alex- and he regulated the height of the stool.
 
'I cannot believe my ears, he will play!' Exclaimed Mrs Borderotti with the voice surprised by the excitement. 'My children will not believe that I witnessed this', said Dr Bonanini. Tibor, asked the chef, who had leant out to listen 'Do you think that the Monsieur will sign me a autograph if I request it?'... Alex Estragón, without a warning, started playing Beethoven's Sonata Pathetique.
 
Besides of surprising who already knew him, he achieved to delight the hosts' son; a teenager, who until then was only devoted to sex, drugs and rock and roll...
 
Immediately, and without a breath, Estragón devoted himself to the piano transcription, that Ferruccio Busoni did for J. Sebastian Bach's Chromatic Fantasia and Fugue. This caused such aatonishment that when Tibor passed with a tray offering champagne and snacks, Nobody! payed attention.
 
Alex then played Für Elise... 'Besides of being a great artist - whispered Miss Mancilla to Mrs Borderotti's ear - he is a very skilled showman: Look, how he sends that light smile to ease us'. 'Yesss...., and besides he is so handsome' - replied the hostess -
 
...After finishing Für Elise, Estragón requested to the bystanders the highest concentration for them to be capable, announcing that he would deal with the complete series of the Mozart sonatas...., this almost litteraly gave everyone goosebumps, transforming them all into true signs of admiration...
 
... 'Just as well he said he was going to 'play a little'', joked Dr Bonanini on his wife's ear, who was gazing spellbound the expression of deep withdrawal adopted by Alex Estragón, whose position -keeping the distances- was analogue to the gymnast who gains momentum before a long jump... 'I have the sensation that this is going for long', said the chef to the waiter after 40 minutes... 'yes' - he said -, 'we have to pay the price of his fame...'
 
... Francesco Borderotti, closed the eyes halfway. The young Jeanette, noticing this, woke him up with a discreet stomp. 'My apologizes' - he said -, 'is that today I had a hard day and I think I'm not in the best conditions to appreciate the magnificence of this work, but do not worry, I will make an effort, not everyday one has the priviledge of...' 'Shhttt!' Miss Mancilla interrupted. Borderotti silenced, but over the end of the last sonata, he was sleeping like a log...,
 
... 'Now I am going to play Brahms' declared Estragon after finishing. 'How wonderful!, his speciality' -celebrated the elder great grandfather of Jeanette-... - 'How much does it last?' - asked the chef -... Miss Mancilla heard her, and turning her head, gave her an incriminating look. Alex, played the Ballades and also a couple of Rhapsodies... Dr Bonanini had to excuse himself to go to the restroom... 'when you return I will go' said his wife and adressed a gesture to Tibor to serve her a snack... The applauses after the last rhapsody, woke Francesco up... 'Don't you think it would be a good moment as for a small break?' - said his wife -, looking for a general approval to her motion. 'If it is for me Mrs Borderotti' - said Alex -, 'I assure you that I am not exhausted, even more, I'm starting to have desires for playing!: How about Chopin?' And without waiting for a response, he devoted himself to the performance of the 27 études...
 
'Well, honestly, I do not know if...' -the hostess started to say-, but the arpegios drowned her voice. Dr Bonanini returned from the restroom: 'He's still playing!?' -he asked-. 'Yes, as you see', answered Tibor. His wife took his place in the restroom. Miss Mancilla got up to stretch her legs a bit, approached to the piano and when the pianist finished the twelveth piece, she proposed him to have a break to distract himself in some group game, but alex didn't pay attention. He was so absorbed in the quadruplets of the étude number 13 (which he played along with elegant jumps of all his body) 'Yesss, I think that we could do something a little more frivolous -said Mrs Borderotti- like dancing or playing Leapfrog.' 'Alex!, would you join us in the game?' asked Mrs Bonafini, who just returned lighter... 'Excuse me! -interrupted the cook- but what do I do with the pheasant? It's past three in the morning!... ' 'Tell Tibot to serve it, please!', ordered her mistress. 'Yes! please', said Francesco. 'How good, I am starving', said the young Jeanette. Alex Estragón was insisting with Chopin indifferent to what was going on around him. Tibor, started to distribute the dishes. 'Alex! excuse me, could you please suspend your performance for a moment', said Dr Bonanini. 'Do not take it as an offense but, do you know what happens, my head is aching a little.' 'Yesss', supported his wife: 'besides I believe that the food will be more welcome if we make a little of silence...' Estragón ignored the request... and after finishing the last étude, he went deep into the exercises of Hanon's Virtuoso Pianist.
 
'Alex! Seriously, please! stop a little', begged Miss Mancilla: 'you know, that nobody admires you more than me, but...' 'Stop Alex!' said Francesco Borderotti more efficiently. The pianist didn't take the hind. 'Will you have pheasant?' Asked the waiter without obtaining response. 'Throw it over his head!' adviced the chef. 'Alex!! Please! I'm feeling sick!' said Mrs Bonanini... 'Listen, listen' said Estragón -without stopping playing-: 'these études, normally are played as exercises, but I think they are so beautiful, don't you agree?....' 'Alex!!! Stop it!!' answered Francesco. 'Enough, I can't stand it anymore!' yelled the chef. 'Cut it, Monsieur!' said Tibor obviously upset... but the pianist wasn't acknowledging the reigning mood in the meeting... and in certain moments he started to base what he was playing with a hum based on the syllables la and ra... 'ALEX!!! -said severly Miss Mancilla-: your performances showed that you're a very sensitive person, I ask you to appeal to that same sensitivity to realize that in this moment we wish to have a little of silence.' 'Listen' answered Estragón -interruping the Hanon- to go deep into the chorus of the paraguayan song: Pájaro Campana...
 
'Isn't wonderful its simplicity?' 'Yes, it's wonderful' said Francesco, 'but enough! It's over!'... 'Kaput!' said the elder great grandfather of Jeanette and closed the keyboard cover over the pianist fingers. He screamed, but he lifted the cover again and kept playing...
 
'But. Listen you big idiot!' -said Mrs Borderotti-: This is MY piano and if I tell you that you have to stop, you have to stop playing! Did you understand!'... Francesco approached to him to slap him, but he stumbled and fell over Mrs Bonanini... Estragón took the chance to play Liszt's Liebesträume...
 
The chef, approached to him wielding a pheasant bone: 'Take this, asshole!!' -said to him- and put in his mouth. Alex spit it over Mrs Mancilla... Dr Bonanini and Tibor, grabbing Alex by one arm each, pulled him out of the piano and with the aid of the others, took him to the door and threw him downstairs. 'Go to hell, moron!' they yelled in choir bidding him the good riddance after shutting the door...
 
'Puf, what a bore!' said Francesco adjusting his clothes. 'There are people who don't know to stay in place!' Said the chef..... 'Well, well..., finally it was all over' -said Mrs Borderotti-: 'mmm, I feel like dancing, How about if we put some music?. '
 
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I'll never forget you

I picked the most beautiful
That I lived with you
The details, the things
That will make remember you
Now I'm going to leave
Because you decided it
I understand, and I leave
Not without saying first
That the time that our love lasted
You made me happy
And in my farewell I wish you the best
But wherever you are
I'll never forget you
I swear I won't
I won'tt try to forget you
If you want my love
I don't care
I love you till death
Over all the things
[x2]
 
That the time that our love lasted
You made me happy
And in my farewell I wish you the best
But wherever you are
I'll never forget you
I swear I won't
I won'tt try to forget you
If you want my love
I don't care
I love you till death
Over all the things
 
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