El Poeta Callejero - No Hay Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
There Isn't
I don't know
Maybe, but I feel like
I've seen you once
Blessed be the hour
that I see you again
But in this occasion
I want to feel your skin
and not let you escape
like the other time
It's that I was looking for you and couldn't find you
Because there isn't anybody like you
I'd go there, kiss other lips
but there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
It's that I was looking for you and couldn't find you
Because there isn't anybody like you
I'd go there, kiss other lips
but there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
I never forgot your pretty little mouth
Looking for one like that, I went around the planet
When I have you close my heart beats
The desire to have you converts me into a poet
Admirable, desirable, kiss, kissable
Sweet and chewable, like Dubble Bubble gum
Impeccable, not countless, incomparable
I looked for you so much, that I ended up in the Google Search (x2)
It's that I was looking for you and couldn't find you
Because there isn't anybody like you
I'd go there, kiss other lips
but there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
She's so beautiful, a beautiful star
If she knew everything that I do in her name
If she sees me in her house and asks me how I got there
It was from the smell of her perfume, not by GPS
It's been in impossible mission for me to forget you
Cupid shot me with a dirigible missile
If you kiss me, you'll get to know an incredible man
in the webs of love, I'm available for you
I've looked for other kisses and there's nobody like you
I'm a prisoner of your body, my Pocahontas, my Candy, my Betty Boo
I've looked for other kisses and there's nobody like you
I'm a prisoner of your body, I'm your Mickey, your Weny, your Scooby Doo
I don't know
Maybe, but I feel like
I've seen you once
Blessed be the hour
that I see you again
But in this occasion
I want to feel your skin
and not let you escape
like the other time
It's that I was looking for you and couldn't find you
Because there isn't anybody like you
I'd go there, kiss other lips
but there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
It's that I was looking for you and couldn't find you
Because there isn't anybody like you
I'd go there, kiss other lips
but there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
There isn't, there isn't
baby there isn't anybody like you
Po, po, po po poeta
Po, po, po po poeta
Dairo la sintonia
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25.11.2024
Chrysanthemum
(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
25.11.2024
Mr. Gershwin
In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
25.11.2024
In Vain
Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
25.11.2024
Going even further (Reprise)
Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further