FLA Federacion Latinoamericana de Amor y Vino Tinto

Walkin' in the park just the other day, baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
"Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?"
And you know how it is.
I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh,oh
so I asked them if I could stay a while.

I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us, said, "Please,hey,
would we care to all get in line, Get in line."
Well, you know, they asked us to stay for tea and have some fun; Oh, oh,oh.
he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.

Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
and baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin',
ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don't care if they're comin'; oh, oh,
I know that it's all a state of mind.

If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better,
you better open your eyes. WOAH WOAH YEAH
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care , really don't , which, which way the pressure lies,
so I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
where the spirits go now,
over the hills where the spirits fly.
I really don't know.






Anteojos negros de carey
aurículares en la sien
no me escucha, no me ve
y yo puedo observar tranquilo
la playa como un ajedrez
el tipo del Mercedes Benz
que está tirado ahí nomás
tiene una sola cosa en mente
solo una chica tonta más bajo el sol
como una propaganda de bronceador.
El sabe como impresionar, caminando como Tarzán
el es Eva y ella Adán
y yo estoy en cualquier planeta,
presiento que algo va a pasar
las plumas del pavo real
oscurecen hasta el sol
y él se siente rey de la selva.
Ellos están con la máquina de mirar
justo en el paraíso para filmar.
Yo puedo compaginar
la inocencia con la piel
yo puedo compaginar
Yo nací para mirar
lo que pocos quieren ver
yo nací para mirar.
Ahora él le ofrece una manzana
ahora le insiste de probar
ahora estimula sus membranas por la hot line
en escenarios solitarios
la gente se habla un poco más
y hasta dos pobres millonarios se pueden encontrar.
Cayeron los auriculares
y los anteojos de carey
la luna baja los telones
es de noche otra vez.






Just drifting through this warm mist,
Just like drifting out to sea.
The clouds have come to earth now,
Just like one day she came to me.
Oh! and now I'm far away,
Things did change, I went away,
No more laughter, no more tears.
A bird sings above somewhere,
Shouting out it's really free,
But she took away my soul and things,
Pointed out the way to sea.
Without a north, without a sail,
Doomed to wander, doomed to fail,
On the sea that's always gray.
You might remember Claudia,
She drifted till she sank, so sad.
She took with her, her lover,
He was the only thing she had.
But I don't want to go that way,
Oh Lord, can't I have a little say?
Don't let me die surrounded by this gray.
I'm still drifting through this warm mist,
Just like drifting out to sea,
The clouds have come to earth now,
Just like one day she came to me.
Oh! and now I'm far away,
Can't I have a little say?
Without a north, without a sail,
Doomed to wander, doomed to fail.
Oh Lord, can't I have a little say?
Don't let me die surrounded by this gray.






Una mujer se ha perdido
Conocer el delirio y el polvo,
Se ha perdido esta bella locura,
Su breve cintura debajo de mí.
Se ha perdido mi forma de amar,
Se ha perdido mi huella en su mar.

Veo una luz que vacila
Y promete dejarnos a oscuras.
Veo un perro ladrando a la luna
Con otra figura que recuerda a tí.
Veo más: veo que no me halló.
Veo más: veo que se perdió.

Una mujer innombrable
Huye como una gaviota
Y yo rápido seco mis botas,
Blasfemo una nota y apago el reloj.
Qué me tenga cuidado el amor,
Que le puedo cantar su canción.

La cobardía es asunto
De los hombres, no de los amantes.
Los amores cobardes no llegan a amores,
Ni a historias, se quedan allí.
Ni el recuerdo los puede salvar,
Ni el mejor orador conjugar.

Una mujer con sombrero,
Como un cuadro del viejo chagall,
Corrompiéndose al centro del miedo
Y yo, que no soy bueno, me puse a llorar.
Pero entonces lloraba por mí,
Y ahora lloro por verla morir.

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