Ignacio Copani - La rumba del olvido versuri traducere în engleză
The oblivion rumba
All goes well... It's all so pretty
that I have nothing left to complain about.
All goes well... We reach to the end of the century
all together and nobody rule us.
All goes well... all our pockets filled
... and the neighbours salute each other in the street
... and the promises of the government were kept...
And we keep moving forward!
All goes well... On the friends day
Gimansia and Estudiantes hooligans.
made a barbacue to the benefit
of the police mutual society of La Plata.
All goes well... the clean riachuelo
... and the planes over the floating runway
... and the congressist who robbed is arrested...
And we keep moving forward!
I have it well deserved for being wary.
I still see ghosts everywhere,
I'm still standing in the middle of the road...
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I'm still in the beat of whatever I feel like
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I like more the endurance rhythm... Oh...
All goes well... It's always sunday
look that almost nobody works here.
All goes well... is it so funny?...
I see more children in the street everytime.
All goes well... The old murderers
regreted on all the channels
and there's oil and seafood at the Falklands...
And we keep moving forward!
Having always more of the same wears me out...
Stop the world I wanna get off.
One step more and we'll fall off the cliff.
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I'm still in the beat of whatever I feel like
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I like more the endurance rhythm... Oh...
All goes well... Playing the distracted
If they don't hit me why will I get angry.
All goes well... Me, Argentinian...
the last applicant for the first world.
All goes well... cover your ears,
or else you will find out
that someone laughs when you repeat screaming:
That we keep moving forward!
Look how many good things I missed...
For being ironic, idealist and militant,
I'm still standing in the middle of the road...
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I'm still in the beat of whatever I feel like
And I can't dance the oblivion rumba,
I like more the endurance rhythm... Oh...
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Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
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Oh, Doctor Faust
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Oh, Doctor Faust
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Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
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Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
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Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
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You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
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You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
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in the noise without turning back
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In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
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When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...