Sumo Divididos Por La Felicidad
La Rubia Tarada
Papa o mama, papa y mama,papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Caras conchetas, miradas berretas y hombres encajados en Fiorucci. Oigo "dame" y "quiero" y "no te metas" "Te gustó el nuevo Bertolucci?". La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida, me dice "Por qué te pelaste?" Y yo "Por el asco que dá tu sociedad. Por el pelo de hoy ¿cuánto gastaste?" Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito quiere hacer el chico malo. Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito, se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano. Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta y después al boliche a la esquina a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta. Esta si que es Argentina! Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Una noche en New York City...
Mula Plateada
Silver moon, Silver moon is oh, so distantIn her black black distant sky Silver moon is also crying I don't think she knows just why Silver moon is oh, so puzzled By the ways of her new life Silver moon is not a girlfriend Silver moon could be my wife Silver moon, shine down Silver moon, come down Silver moon, I'm here Silver moon, you're there Silver moon is always watchingBut she can't really see Silver moon is always writing Like the waves write on the seaSilver moon is always laughing When she should really cry Silver moon is like a windowLike a door into the sky!
Sumo No Acabes
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't comeLiving here in Babylon is oh so dificult I really don't know what to do Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia I really hope that you'll come too ( I hear a little voice, it says ...) Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby I don't think I'll see her again She never say no, but She always say maybe And that's no way to treat a friend ( I hear a little voice, it says...) Don't come, don't come, don't come.
Sumo Regest
Some call it happy valley rock Play I some music I hope I don't come on too strong You can't refuse it But you know you might be wrong You could call it reggae You couldn't call i t rock and roll Come on, get ready'cos there's a big ball going to roll You'd better get up brother, up brother, Up brother yeah! Don't you go too far! 'cos then you'll come down brother, Down brother, down brother, down yeah! Like a shooting star. I had a dream oh yeah, in 1973 I dream a spaceship, come down to deliver me Well it was big and white And it had come a long long way A black star liner? You know, I could not say But it took me up brother, up brother up brother, up brother, yeah You know, it took me far! Then it brought me down brother, down brother Down brother, down brother, down yeah! Like a shooting star.
El Reggae De Paz y Amor
Oh, oh, oh, peace and loveMoving up, fighting it all back, stabbing gonna get you down tonight in Babylon town, yeah `cause if you fall on your face is no disgrace, no one's to help you anyhow, nowhere. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love peace and love in babylon. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love... Little little people with little little lives in little little homes with little little wives, they get up, they go down, they get out town, yeah everybody moving round and round I don't care and I don't eat, I don't eat no meat, and as civilized citizen Ronald Reagan, Uh! Oh, oh, oh...peace and love peace and love in babylon. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
Debede
We walked down to the disco on that saturday night. You know, you really looked good, you know, I felt all right We walked to that Disco on that saturday night. You know, I really looked good you know, I felt all right. Disco Baby Disco! When you're dying in your bed. Disco Baby Disco! When you're crying in your head. Disco Baby Disco! You don't know rock and roll. Disco Baby Disco! Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah! Well I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I don't know but I've been told,the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I wonder if it can get much worse if the Russians get up there first?Eh? Ha, ha! Disco Baby Disco. Do it when you'r down.Disco Baby Disco. Do it upside down. Disco Baby Disco. Writhing in your bed. Disco Baby Disco. You're dancing on your head. Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho! Cucurucho!Disco!...
Mejor No Hablar De Ciertas Cosas
Una mujer, una mujer atrás, una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado... Un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo. Un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Saltando, saltando, saltando... Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo, yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no... Que no, que no, que no...
Divididos Por La Felicidad
I'm always breaking glasses In other people rooms Forever making passes at other people's tombs No matter what existed A few short years ago The happy days were busted and that's the way things go What a good time what a lovely time What a good time What a lonely time. Agosto... Jopo... Perra!!! And if I had some trousers I'd walk right down the street And if I had a mauser I'd shoot everyone I meet What a time!
No Duermas Mas
Ooh!!!... in the morning yeah Ooh!!!... without warning yeahI've got a big bamboo yeah Up there in Yapeyu I've got a big Nandu And he runs 'round the pampa And he runs 'round my house And he drives me crazy And he bites my brown cow, now And you know she's so lazy But... Ooh!... in the morning Ooh!... without warning You know I reallylove you You know I really really need you But I'm so confined now I can't feed you I can't even read you But I really,really love you I'd like to buy a little bike,now and drive over and see you But...
Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh KayaKaya, oh,oh Kaya Let me tell you about something Bigger than a big bamboo And me and you And the fat guru Let me tell you about something Bigger than a big bambooAnd me and you And the fat guru I tell you It's Kaya, oh,oh Kaya Kaya, oh,oh KayaDon't you know one day I used to be so mad I'd treat my woman so bad And then I get so sad And then I take a little Kaya Oh,oh Kaya...
La Rubia Tarada
Papa o mama, papa y mama,papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Caras conchetas, miradas berretas y hombres encajados en Fiorucci. Oigo "dame" y "quiero" y "no te metas" "Te gustó el nuevo Bertolucci?". La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida, me dice "Por qué te pelaste?" Y yo "Por el asco que dá tu sociedad. Por el pelo de hoy ¿cuánto gastaste?" Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito quiere hacer el chico malo. Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito, se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano. Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta y después al boliche a la esquina a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta. Esta si que es Argentina! Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama Una noche en New York City...
Mula Plateada
Silver moon, Silver moon is oh, so distantIn her black black distant sky Silver moon is also crying I don't think she knows just why Silver moon is oh, so puzzled By the ways of her new life Silver moon is not a girlfriend Silver moon could be my wife Silver moon, shine down Silver moon, come down Silver moon, I'm here Silver moon, you're there Silver moon is always watchingBut she can't really see Silver moon is always writing Like the waves write on the seaSilver moon is always laughing When she should really cry Silver moon is like a windowLike a door into the sky!
Sumo No Acabes
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't comeLiving here in Babylon is oh so dificult I really don't know what to do Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia I really hope that you'll come too ( I hear a little voice, it says ...) Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby I don't think I'll see her again She never say no, but She always say maybe And that's no way to treat a friend ( I hear a little voice, it says...) Don't come, don't come, don't come.
Sumo Regest
Some call it happy valley rock Play I some music I hope I don't come on too strong You can't refuse it But you know you might be wrong You could call it reggae You couldn't call i t rock and roll Come on, get ready'cos there's a big ball going to roll You'd better get up brother, up brother, Up brother yeah! Don't you go too far! 'cos then you'll come down brother, Down brother, down brother, down yeah! Like a shooting star. I had a dream oh yeah, in 1973 I dream a spaceship, come down to deliver me Well it was big and white And it had come a long long way A black star liner? You know, I could not say But it took me up brother, up brother up brother, up brother, yeah You know, it took me far! Then it brought me down brother, down brother Down brother, down brother, down yeah! Like a shooting star.
El Reggae De Paz y Amor
Oh, oh, oh, peace and loveMoving up, fighting it all back, stabbing gonna get you down tonight in Babylon town, yeah `cause if you fall on your face is no disgrace, no one's to help you anyhow, nowhere. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love peace and love in babylon. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love... Little little people with little little lives in little little homes with little little wives, they get up, they go down, they get out town, yeah everybody moving round and round I don't care and I don't eat, I don't eat no meat, and as civilized citizen Ronald Reagan, Uh! Oh, oh, oh...peace and love peace and love in babylon. Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
Debede
We walked down to the disco on that saturday night. You know, you really looked good, you know, I felt all right We walked to that Disco on that saturday night. You know, I really looked good you know, I felt all right. Disco Baby Disco! When you're dying in your bed. Disco Baby Disco! When you're crying in your head. Disco Baby Disco! You don't know rock and roll. Disco Baby Disco! Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah! Well I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I don't know but I've been told,the streets of heaven are lined with gold. I wonder if it can get much worse if the Russians get up there first?Eh? Ha, ha! Disco Baby Disco. Do it when you'r down.Disco Baby Disco. Do it upside down. Disco Baby Disco. Writhing in your bed. Disco Baby Disco. You're dancing on your head. Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho! Cucurucho!Disco!...
Mejor No Hablar De Ciertas Cosas
Una mujer, una mujer atrás, una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado... Un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo. Un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Saltando, saltando, saltando... Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo, yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no... Que no, que no, que no...
Divididos Por La Felicidad
I'm always breaking glasses In other people rooms Forever making passes at other people's tombs No matter what existed A few short years ago The happy days were busted and that's the way things go What a good time what a lovely time What a good time What a lonely time. Agosto... Jopo... Perra!!! And if I had some trousers I'd walk right down the street And if I had a mauser I'd shoot everyone I meet What a time!
No Duermas Mas
Ooh!!!... in the morning yeah Ooh!!!... without warning yeahI've got a big bamboo yeah Up there in Yapeyu I've got a big Nandu And he runs 'round the pampa And he runs 'round my house And he drives me crazy And he bites my brown cow, now And you know she's so lazy But... Ooh!... in the morning Ooh!... without warning You know I reallylove you You know I really really need you But I'm so confined now I can't feed you I can't even read you But I really,really love you I'd like to buy a little bike,now and drive over and see you But...
Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh KayaKaya, oh,oh Kaya Let me tell you about something Bigger than a big bamboo And me and you And the fat guru Let me tell you about something Bigger than a big bambooAnd me and you And the fat guru I tell you It's Kaya, oh,oh Kaya Kaya, oh,oh KayaDon't you know one day I used to be so mad I'd treat my woman so bad And then I get so sad And then I take a little Kaya Oh,oh Kaya...
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