Barbra Streisand - Martina
Tekst :
I can see Martina as a child of threeIn 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
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
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...