Barbra Streisand - Martina

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I can see Martina as a child of three
In the sad seclusion of her nursery
Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play
Never speak, Martina, put your toys away
So her days were loveless
And her nights the same
When she cried for someone
No one ever came...
Is it any wonder that her eyes grew cold?
That she loved nobody and her young heart grew old
All the children crying from the age of three
Grow to be Martina’s and me...

Inne utwory

  • Where is it written
  • As if we never said goodbye
  • Piano practicing
  • Jenny Rebecca
  • Good night
  • Love
  • Best i could
  • Let the good times roll
  • Little tin soldier
  • Johnny one note
  • Woman in love
  • My melancholy baby
  • Hatikvah
  • A child is born
  • Honey pie
  • Elegance
  • The water is wide
  • All in love is fair
  • America the beautiful
  • Losowe utwory

    24-7

    Baby it s no mystery
    You re bringing out the best in me
    And though I ve been in love before
    I ve never had the kind of love that made me feel secure
    I never thought that give and take
    Mentality was right for...

    Always

    Every morning
    Now I pray
    The phantom pains
    Not to come again
    A million tears
    To slip away
    And take the vessel
    Of my blame

    We have got to brave the storm
    The people who do us harm
    I...

    America the beautiful

    O beautiful for spacious skies,
    For amber waves of grain,
    For purple mountain majesties
    Above the fruited plain!
    America! America!
    God shed His grace on thee,
    And crown thy good with brotherhood
    From sea to shining sea!
    O beautiful for heroes proved,...

    Stay outta my way

    I guess I realize that...
    I don t care for you no more
    Let s say goodbye
    See what tomorrow brings

    Stay outta my way.........you know u gone to my head some
    I ve finished wid u.......you hit my base, ain t got my...

    Guateque campesino

    Hay guateque en el bohío
    del compadre Don Ramón

    Ya está en la púa el lechón,
    ya está llegando el gentío.
    Hoy viene abajo el bohío,
    es santo de Don Ramón.

    Y llegando bailadores, comay,
    por los caminos atascados

    El bongó, el triple y el güiro
    no han cesado de tocar
    porque asi son los guajiros
    no tienen cuando acabar,
    Es...