Leo Masliah - Extraños en el día versuri traducere în engleză
Strangers in the day
Strangers in the day,
of course there are.
In the past who would say,
that there had to have them in such quantity,
quantity, quantity, quantity.
Strangers in the day,
how strange, I don't know what are they.
If phantasmagorias,
if some plot
of a devilish imagination.
Strangers in the day.
Strangers up to date too (too, too),
bad dream of insomnia,
guards for the dream sleeps you standing.
sleeps you with a kick.
Strangers in the day
swarm in the firmament.
Let alone in the night.
Sinatra said it and he was right.
and he was, he was right.
Strangers of today,
I want to meet them.
The stories of my aunt
aren't enough and from other relativves
I didn't listen all that I wish to know.
Strangers in your house,
you were drinking the coffee.
You thought 'what's going on?'
It can't be! But it is.
You didn't eat your marseillan bread.
Strangers in the afternoon,
strangers in the evening.
Never come out late.
I prefer to avoid of having to fear
of having, of having to fear.
Strangers in the day.
Stars that come to the south sky.
And full of joy,
share their gusts of smoke and light
of smoke and remote light.
Strangers in the day.
And I'm not amazed that I,
don't know if I'd miss
the times in which everybody thought
they knew each other and take this, what do you say about him?
Strangers in the family.
It could happen to anybody.
The parents already said
that some strangers are sometimes
better than a relative.
Strangers at the park,
by the way, they're not shoeless (they're not, they're not),
you should be careful,
if you think of crossing.
If you think of crossing over there.
Lacking yearnings.
Strangers move around me
dressed in hope,
dancing the dance of their comptroller.
Dancing to the beat of the drum.
Strangers in the day.
There are, there are/Strangers in the day
there are everywhere./I want you to tell me.
The day is so stange./Strangers in the day and the night.
Say what day./Look at the night, the evening, the noon.
Strangers in the day.
No. Tell me if it's the afternoon./Tell me if it's night or day.
The day that is the day./How late that is the day. The day that didn't die.
That day that wasn't a day/No, yes.
would be a strange noon/Strangers in the noon.
stuck in the day's noon.
That today day./That day from now on
Ahead will be the day ahead./Ahead, good day.
No because is still today./Strangers go through the day today.
Still today. Still today./Still go throught the day.
Strangers in the day.
Strangers in the day.
Strangers in.
Strangers in.
Strangers in.
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winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
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From morning to morning constantly plays.
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trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
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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
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then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
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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,
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Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
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from the window,
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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.
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a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
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is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
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searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
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in your hand,
there's
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running towards me
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a trick of my heart,
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a year ago.)
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