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Civilization

There's something that is sounding,
surely you already heard it,
the Earth is vibrating,
with a different melody.
 
Neither Gods mad with fury,
nor revengeful demons,
nor alien airships,
nor some lost comet.
 
The story is much clearer,
and it also makes sense,
the Earth is getting rid,
of the worst enemy.
 
Come the four riders,
ahorse they come, I say,
water, earth, fire and air,
are coming from your own navel.
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization.
 
That everything is mounted,
that millions of layoffs,
the way is tough,
maybe more than ever.
 
Last night I dreamed of Manu,
and this melody he sang,
someone was making a roast,
someone was getting from far.
 
And if a grey river comes,
which separates the world in two,
I'd like to be on the same,
side as you, babe.
 
And if a grey river comes,
which separates the world in two,
I'd like to be on the same,
side as you, babe.
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization.
 
A new desert,
a new hail,
do you know who did it?,
it's over here.
 
God forgives,
man sometimes,
nature never,
it's over here.
 
Don't forget the mammoth,
'cause the vermouth didn't run out,
don't forget the mammoth,
'cause the vermouth didn't run out,
over there.
 
And if a grey river comes,
which separates the world in two,
I'd like to be on the same,
side as you, babe.
 
And if a grey river comes,
which separates the world in two,
I'd like to be on the same,
side as you, babe.
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
things of civilization.
 

Lullaby

I want you to sleep like a sun,
that lies in a wheat field,
here in my chest I have a heart,
same to the hole in your navel.
Do you know who trembled, when you were about to be born?
Do you know that I thought that maybe you couldn't do it?
Do you know who put you in the breast of your mother? Oh.
 
Maybe some day you asked me for a song,
that comes from the heart, here it goes.
Let's run for awhile, 'cause there is enough time,
there is enough time, all the time.
Nobody gave me ever so much light,
I haven't been ever so important to someone,
I never wanted to see the pain so far away,
to see you growing up is enough.
Teeth peeking and drawings on the skin,
every morning you turn on my motor,
One thousand watches don't mark the time like you! Oh!
 
Maybe some day you asked me for a song,
that comes from the heart, here it goes.
Let's run for awhile, 'cause there is enough time,
there is enough time, all the time.
Let's kiss the snow, let's fly,
let's kiss this sky,
nothing, nothing, nothing ever will divide us,
we're a flame in the winter.
I asked the Lord to give me one love,
I never thought I'd be so deep.
 

Just

Versions: #2
Maybe it's not the wine,
maybe it's not the dessert,
maybe it's, it's nothing,
but there's so much beauty,
hurled on the table,
naked and overflowed,
you rush your glass,
you're losing you step,
and there is nothing on the table,
drunk is the door,
you closed it and it was open,
and I can hear your call.
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 
Served is your mouth,
so sweet is your mouth,
so sweet with a bitter blues,
one glass rolls onto the floor,
slowly it falls onto the floor,
slowly it dies into a thousand pieces,
I don't want anybody to see them,
to see your eyes,
so, so, so, so sad,
maybe it's 'cause the destiny,
or that glass of wine,
that you said:
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 
Jump the rope, it gets entangled,
and it falls upside down,
and it falls upside down,
and it falls upside down.
 
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 
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Water

Water, how I wish you,
water, I see you and I want you,
water, running through time,
water, dancing in hands of the sun.
 
Water, come out from my quill,
I want you to tickle me,
always, smiling sound,
give me, because my confusion is great.
 
Water, falling from the sky,
water, furiously and straight off,
washes all my memories,
give me your blessing in your leaves.
 
Wars, loves and games,
flames, lightnings, thunders,
ships, mountains and dreams,
all rests in your heart.
 
It was clear, it was life, from my hands it slipped away,
it kissed me, it wrapped me, but always water remained,
to dawn, naked in your ritual, and so I find you,
always calm.
 
It was clear, it was life, from my hands it slipped away...
 
(Water) we already know how it is,
(water) there is one and if there are two, there aren't two without three,
(water) we already know how it is,
(water) there is one and if there are two, there aren't two without three.
 
It can be colder and harder than you,
it can fall apart in fiery steam,
give me, give me, give me, give me some of your peace,
'cause my confusion is big, and I can't stand it anymore.
 
It can be colder and harder than you,
it can fall apart in fiery steam,
give me, give me, give me, give me some of your peace,
'cause my confusion is big, and I can't stand it anymore.
 
Ooh, eeh, ooh, eeh, ooh, the Earth is blue color Earth,
Ooh, eeh, ooh, eeh, ooh, the Earth is blue color Earth,
Ooh, eeh, ooh, eeh, ooh, the Earth is blue color Earth,
Ooh, eeh, ooh, eeh, ooh, the Earth is blue color Earth.
 

Peaceful

Versions: #2
Now that I'm empty,
now that there is no song,
the entire moon fits in me,
now that I'm a whistle,
of someone who is going for a walk,
I see another sky around.
 
All those wishes,
of cold night and alcohol,
I want to give them you today,
water splashes,
the fire is reality,
I liked your voice so much.
 
Letting it happen,
it is easier that way,
the body knows well how to float,
different looks,
and your answer,
show how pointless was what I said.
 
The mind is empty,
the body wants to spin,
and in the pupil that pain.
 
Oh, oh, I will have you with me,
and now I know very well, that you will take me with you,
wherever you are, wherever you go,
a blue tattoo, in the blue voice.
 
Something trembles in my ear,
shadow of a voiceless whisper,
the last chance.
 

The beach of the dirty doctors

Aia ia io pague io
Aia ia io pague
 
The bum was going confident to the beach
where nobody takes a bath, you know
cheers dear, prominent figure
the difference is in the chaqué.
The life of this dirty man is well known
his name is Iseca and he ignores the law
they indemnize him for some beans
he went crazy and he says he's Baley1
 
(Everyone's crazy in this house)
 
Some say he was a teacher
others assert he was a doctor
there was no money for his genius
the assholes privatized.
Now the cops sometimes lock him
and listens to the struggle of Huracan champion
the teacher and goalkeeper Iseca
dries his forehead and renounces to pain.
 
Give your red eyes for it to dance
for the great heart to dance always...
 
The crown sun of golden thorns
the nasty beach at the dawn
look, the dirty men smoke broken ciggies
they laugh and drink a mate too
Sometimes they scream, spit, curse,
they complain, they fight, they stop the fuss
then they drink a wine in the sand
they sleep without pain till the morning.
The dirty man doesn't own the red wine he drinks,
nor the gasoline that takes him, nor the truck, nor the train,
nor the ciggy he smokes, nor the lamp hanging,
nor the gas, nor the water, nor the kerosene,
nor the chickens, the cows, the land, the cans,
nor the planes he sees,
the routes he walks, the phones he ignores,
nor the voices in the radio, nor the yesterday news.
 
  • 1. Hector Baley, former Argentinian football player
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Like Ali

It's the new sensation, the new generation
it's a jump, it's a frenzy
Bouncing everywhere, from the town to Blaquier
I'm Jacobo Flash, the bouncer
 
There's a criminal bass drum, a virtual lightning
there are midgets running over there
There are women that aren't, dealer messes up his potion
and I'm newly arrived from Chajarí
Bounce bounce, from the vera vera land
from the floor to the booth, so many bugs are
I have ultrasensitive fingers
I have the eyes of Darin1
 
And in this dance I'm a king without a crown
and in this dance that doesn't end
I'm bouncing like nobody, I'll end up
I'll end up like Ali
 
This girl looked for me, this girl found me
this girl don't wanna leave me
I don't understand what's in me, I don't know what's going on
just let me look
I'm almost a doctor, and I don't sleep at all
sometimes I see the great-grandfather with Dorrego in the kitchen
and I'm Clop, the new top boy
I start on wednesday leaving the office
 
And everybody bouncing happy
because the country waits for you outside
and I get high with the beat, peaceless dj
and I see Berlin from here
 
And in this dance I'm a king without a crown
and in this dance I dance in a ring
I'm bouncing like nobody, I'll end up
I'll end up like Ali
 
To intoxicate my heart
and bounce is what I want
 
  • 1. Ricardo Darin, argentinian actor
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Maradó

They say he scaped froma dream
in his almost best dribble
who doesn't even respect the dreams
he goes so full of bravery
without much clothes
and without any mask
They say this boy scaped
from the faceless men's dream
who challenge the powerfuls
and attack the evilests
without more weapons in hand
than a 'ten' in his sweater
 
A glowing ball falls from the sky,
everybody around the world sees,
a round revenge in his feet,
the whole country runs with him
the troops of his majesty fall,
and the north of the rich Italy falls,
and the pope going in circles can't explain it,
he bites the tongue of Joao Havelange
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
Rhinoscopy charge against any
any guy of the lethal power
rhinoscopy, ivory horn
platinum edge to break
And the champagne that they open today
save the corks to make a boat
that hunger and thirst river is coming
and there aren't goals to feed
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
When the walls of this great town
fall in pieces
When no longer remain in the air the ashes
of what will be, what will be...
 
And Diego is still, the best in his thing
if you were him there wouldn't be so much weed
and the pimp goes through the slide
he goes up and laughing, ha!
And the magic carpet travels abroad
private carpet of a billion
everyone gets dressed for the occasion
and they expect a crumble!
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
When the walls of this great town
fall in pieces
When no longer remain in the air the ashes
of what will be, what will be...
 
Maradó...
 
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