Everybody singin now!!!

[Nelly]

Veamos, podríamos hacer un post de canciones, a ver si de "oídas" conseguimos traducir alguna canción:

Empiezo yo, a ver si sabéis de cual hablo:

I´ve never seen you looking so lovely as you do tonight
I´ve never seen you shine so bright (¿dice bright?)
I´ve never so many man ask you if you wanna to dance
they looking for a little romance
.....
I have been blinded.
ahora seguro que la conocéis:

Lady in red
is dancing with me
There´s nobody here
Just you and me
I hardly know
this beaty by my side
I´ll never forget
the way you look tonight

..... ale, os pongo otra y esta queda ahí sin el estribillo a ver quien la adivina:

Long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I nkew if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they´d be happy for a while

Did you write the book of love,
and do you have (...) in God ...
(esta parte no la entiendo)

Veamos, os pongo el trozo que me sé fijo:

Well I went donw to the sacred store
When I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn´t play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dramed
but not a word was spoken
The chuch bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and Holy Gosht
They caught the last train for a coast
The day, the music died

So,....¿qué canción es?

[Ralph Wigung]

La segunda es AMERICAN PIE de Don Mclean
Don McLean - American Pie
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the Book of Love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the King and Queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the King was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`Cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the Devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die."

OS LA PONGO TRADUCIDA

Hace un largo, largo tiempo
Aún puedo recordar
Cómo esa música me hacía sonreír
Y sabía que si tuviera mi oportunidad
Podría hacer bailar a esa gente
Y tal vez, ellos serían felices por un momento

Pero Febrero me hizo estremecer
Con cada diario que entregaría
Malas noticias en la puerta
No pude dar un paso más

No puedo recordar si lloré
Cuando leí acerca de su novia que dejaba viuda
Pero algo me tocó muy profundamente
El día que la música murió

Así que adiós, Señorita American Pie
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

¿Escribiste el libro de amor
Y tienes fe en Dios
Si la Biblia te lo cuenta?
¿Crees en el Rock and Roll
Que la música puede salvar tu alma mortal
Y puedes enseñarme como bailar realmente despacio?

Bien, yo sé que tu estás enamorada de él
Porque te vi bailando en el gimnasio
Ustedes dos se sacaron los zapatos
Hombre, yo excavo esos ritmos y blues

Yo era un adolescente solitario resistiendo
Con un clavel rosado y una camioneta pick up
Pero yo sabía que no tenía suerte
El día que la música murió

Yo comencé a cantar
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

Ahora por los diez años que hemos sido por nosotros mismos
Y el musgo crece grueso sobre un Rollin' Stone
Pero no es así como yo solía estar
Cuando el bromista cantó para el Rey y la Reina
Con una chaqueta que él le pidió prestada a James Dean
Y una voz que vino de ti y de mi

Oh, y mientras el Rey miraba hacia abajo
El bromista robó su corona espinosa
La sala del tribunal fue aplazada
No hubo ningún veredicto
Y cuando Lennon leyó un libro de Marx
El cuarteto practicó en el parque
Y nosotros cantamos endechas en la obscuridad
El día que la música murió

Nosotros cantábamos
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

Helter Skelter en un calor sofocante de verano
Las aves volaron con un resguardo de la radioactividad
Se elevaron ocho millas y cayeron rápido
Aterrizaron en el césped
Los jugadores intentaron un paso delantero
Con el bromista en un lanzamiento lateral

Ahora el aire de medio tiempo era un dulce perfume
Mientras los sargentos tocaban una marcha
Todos nosotros nos levantamos a bailar
Oh, pero nosotros nunca tuvimos la oportunidad
Porque los jugadores intentaron tomar el campo
Los de la banda se negaron a continuar
¿Tu recuerdas lo que se reveló
El día que la música murió?

Nosotros comenzamos a cantar
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

Oh, y allí estábamos todos en un lugar
Una generación perdida en el espacio
Sin tiempo para comenzar nuevamente
Pues vamos: ¡Jack sé ágil, Jack sé rápido!
Jack se sentó rápido sobre un candelero
Porque el fuego es el único amigo del diablo

Oh, y mientras lo miraba sobre el escenario
Mis manos apretaban los puños de rabia
Ningún ángel nacido en el infierno
Pudo romper aquel hechizo satánico
Y mientras las llamas subían alto en la noche
Para alumbrar el rito del sacrificio
Yo lo vi a Satanás riendo con deleite
El día que la música murió

Él estaba cantando
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

Yo conocí una chica que cantaba blues
Y le pregunté por alguna noticia feliz
Pero ella sólo sonrió y se fue
Yo vine a la tienda sagrada
Donde yo escuchaba la música años antes
Pero el hombre allí dijo que la música no tocaría más

Y en las calles los niños gritaban
Los amantes lloraban y los poetas soñaban
Pero no se habló ninguna palabra
Las campanas de la iglesia estaban rotas
Y los tres hombres que yo más admiro:
El Padre, El Hijo y El Espíritu Santo
Tomaron el último tren hacia la costa
El día que la música murió

Y ellos estaban cantando
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Y ellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera
Este será el último día que yo muera"

Ellos estaban cantando
"Adiós Señorita American Pie"
Conduje mi Chevy a la recepción
Pero la recepción estaba seca
Eellos, muchachones buenos, estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno
Cantando, "Este el último día que yo muera"

[Nelly]

Hello darkness my old friend
I´ve come to talk with you again,
because ilusion softly it....
let me see while I was sleeping,
and the vision that was .... in my brain
still remains
within the ..... (eso no lo pongo que lo adivináis)

In restles dreams I walk alone
narrow streets of cobble stone
and in the halo of a street lamp
I turned my... to the cold and...
When my eyes were “¿steab?”
by.....


me encanta esta parte:
And in the .... light I saw
ten thousen people maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs
that voices never share
ando no one dare
disturb the song of silence

¿Cuál es? Ta´tirao!!

[Nelly]

I´m just a poor boy,... my story seldom told,
I squarance (?) my resistance,
for a pocketfull of mumbles such a promises,
All lies and... ¿jest?.
... a man hears what he wants to hears, and ... the rest.
(vamos, que solo queremos lo que queremos oír)
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
in the company of strangers
in the quite of the railway station
running scared
......
the poorers quarter when the ragged people goes...
looking for the places only they will know
Asking only workmans wares??
I come looking for a job
but I get no offers
Just the common-from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare
there were times when I so lonsome
and I took some confort there
Now I laying out on my winter clothes
I wising I was gone
goin home
when the New York city winters
aren´t bleeding me
leading me
going home
In the clears stands the boxer
and the fignter by his trade
and he carries me the reminders
of every globe that lay... .... (mu´rapido pa mi)
in his anger and his shame:
“I´m leaving, I´m leaving...”
But the fighter still remains.

ooooooh me encanta esta canción.

[Ralph Wigung]

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
by Simon & Garfunkel

Debo de admitir que esta cancion es muy buena, voy a poner la letra solo en ingles para no rayar a la gente:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sounds of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of the neon light, that split the night
And touch the sounds of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared disturb the sounds of silence.

'Fools,' said I, 'you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

[Ralph Wigung]

Esta ultima que ma has puesto , no la habia oido nunca, me ha costado encontrarla, he encontrado primero la cancion pero no sabia el titulo, y tras buscar, en el curro, jejje, si lo supieran para que uso su Pc,.... Bueno el caso es que ya la he oido y meha gustado también.

La canción es: THE BOXER de SIMON PAUL del album LIVE RHYMIN

I am just a poor boy.
Though my storys seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workmans wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Lie la lie ...

Then Im laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Arent bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of evry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving.
But the fighter still remains
Lie-la-lie...

ME TOCA!!!!!
BIEN VOY A PONER UNA DE MIS CANCIONES FAVORITAS, A VER SI SABEIS....

No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more, once more

EL ESTRIBILLO ES

If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble or fail
I could revage my jail

OS ESPERO....

[lucia]

La primera, que no la dijistéis era de Lady in red, de Chris de Burgh.

Pero aunque ese estribillo me suena, no localizo la canción

[Nelly]

Yo tampoco, pero os dejo otra (y seguiremos buscando la tuya)

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don´t listen to a word, they say
´cos life is beautiful that way..

Tears,....¿......?
Light, there´s slowly desappears
wait, berfore you.....¿?
there´s still another game, to play,
cos life is beautiful that way....


Fue B.S.O de una preciosa película.

Y aquí va otra que no sé que puñetas dice, pero me encanta, es algo así:

Rain drops kept falling on my head,
.......?
.......?
cry is not for me
I´ll never gonna stop the rain back and play...??
because I´m free,
nothing worrying me...??? (ja,ja,ja, perdonad mi inglés patatero pero necesito clases....)

Salu2!!!!

[lucia]

La segunda es de Dos hombres y un destino.

Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

[trumpet]

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

[Ralph Wigung]

Bueno veo que no encontrais la mia, asi que la voy a poner, es del grupo Helloween, la cancion se titula IF I COULD FLY del cd THE DARK RIDE


If I Could Fly

No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more

If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly

So here I am
In solitude I stand
I've got dreams inside
I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more

If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly


PONGO OTRA, DE ESTA NO PUEDO PONER ESTRIBILLO PORQUE ES MUY FACIL, SI NO CONTESTAIS YA LO PONDRE

What's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIA

Me voy a seguir currando , pasarlo bien los que esteis de puente

[BeIgE]

he localizado la traduccion de Lady in red... hay que ponerla??

[Nelly]

The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Lost in a river last saturday night
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side.
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
Four AM in the morning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
I watched your vision forming
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Star was light in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
Will you come to talk to me this night
But she couldn't find how to push through
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
I stay
I pray
I see you in heaven far away
Far away on the other side.
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
The night was heavy but the air was alive
She couldn't find how to push through
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Far away on the other side.


¿os suena?

[lucia]

Si, a moonlight shadow the Mike Olfield

I dont want a lover
I just need a friend
I dont want a lover
I just need a friend

You can just leave me
To face life on my own
I know you dont love me no more
I knew this day it would come
Even when it cuts so deep
Its true I still want you
But the harder I try
The more I seem to lose

I dont want a lover
I just need a friend
Ive had time to recover
Now that I know it wasnt love

Its always a different story
When its me whos in the wrong
But you cant have it all
Cause Im the one whos strong
Ive already been burnt before
Once but never again
I know the time will come
Thats when youll need me then

I dont want a lover
I just need a friend
Ive had time to recover
Now that I know it wasnt love

I dont want a lover
I just need a prayer
I know you never cared
Now that I know it wasnt love

You dont even care
About what Im saying
You dont even think
What youre doing
All you see is what you want it to be
But in there theres just no room for me

I dont want a lover
I just need a friend
Ive had time to recover
Now that I know it wasnt love

You dont even care
About what Im saying
You dont even think
What youre doing
All you see is what you want it to be
Theres just no room in there for me

I dont want a lover
I just need a friend
Ive had time to recover
Now that I know it wasnt love

I dont want a lover
I just need a prayer
I know you never cared
Now that I know it wasnt love

[Nelly]

¿Era de Texas no?
I Don´t want a lover. (Southside es el álbum)

La mía es chunga, una pista, es de Disney!! a ver quién la adivina (de qué peli es):

Let's get down to business - to defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you

I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye to those who knew me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
This guy's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim

(Chorus:)
Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a man out of you?

[lucia]

Tiene pinta, por la letra, de ser la de la china que se cambiaba por su padre, pero es que ni siquiera recuerdo el nombre.