Guantanamera

Guantanamera guajira guantanamera 

Guantanamera guajira guantanamera 

Yo soy un hombre sincero

de donde crece la palma 

yo soy un hombre sincero 

de donde crece la palma 

y antes de morirme quiero 

echar mis versos del alma 

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 Mi verso es de un verde claro 

y de un carmín encendido 

mi verso es de un verde claro 

y de un carmín encendido 

mi verso es un ciervo herido 

que busca en el monte amparo 

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Con los pobres de la tierra 

uiero yo mi suerte echar 

Con los pobres de la tierra 

quiero yo mi suerte echar 

el arroyo de la sierra 

me complace más que el mar 

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Contigo aprendí

 

Contigo aprendí
Que existen nuevas y mejores emociones
Contigo aprendí
A conocer un mundo lleno de ilusiones

Aprendí
Que la semana tiene más de siete días
A hacer mayores mis contadas alegrías
Y a ser dichoso yo contigo lo aprendí

Contigo aprendí
A ver la luz del otro lado de la luna
Contigo aprendí
Que tu presencia no la cambio por ninguna

Aprendí
Que puede un beso ser más grande
Y más profundo
Que puedo irme mañana mismo de este mundo
Las cosas buenas ya contigo las viví

Y contigo aprendí
Que yo nací el día en que te conocí

No sabes como sufrí

Yo me vi rodeando el mundo,
yo me vi rodeandolo por ti
No sabes como sufrí
El agua no me saciaba
El pan no me alimentaba
Y No sabes como sufrí
Ya no llora el mundo,
no sabe llorar, no sabe llorar
Soy un vagabundo
y puedo cantar,
Solo puedo cantar
No me quedaban palabras,
ni mi voz podía expresarse

Y No sabes como sufrí
A la gente no comprendía
Ella a mi no me entendia
Y No sabes como sufrí
Ya no llora el mundo,
no sabe llorar, no sabe llorar
Soy un vagabundo
y puedo cantar,
solo puedo cantar

Winchester Cathedral

Winchester Cathedral
You're bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town

You could have done something
But you didn't try
You didn't do nothing
You let her walk by

Now everyone knows just how much I needed that gal
She wouldn't have gone far away
If only you'd started ringing your bell

Winchester Cathedral
You're bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town

Oh-bo-de-o-do oh-bo-de-o-do
Oh-bo-de-o-do de-do- duh

Los chichos con las chicas

Los chicos con las chicas tienen que estar
yas chicas con los chicos han de vivir
y estando todos juntos deben cantar.

Los viejos pararán, me imitarán a mi
se mordernizarán, les costará reir.
La edad de piedra ya pasó,
al menos por aquí,
y yo contigo tengo que vivir,
quiero ser feliz.

Ven, ven a vivir, ven.
Ven a vivir, ven,
ven a vivir,
así seremos muy felices.
Ven, ven a vivir, ven,
ven a vivir, ven
y yo te haré feliz.

Las cosas han cambiado
yo soy feliz
los chicos con las chicas pueden vivir.
Por fin hemos ganado
hay que reir.
No nos impedirán
que al anochecer
podamos pasear, bailar y hasta correr.
La gente no nos mirarán
no hay nada que esconder
y hasta los viejos van a comprender
que tú has de vivir.

Ven, ven a vivir, ven.
Ven a vivir, ven,
ven a vivir,
así seremos muy felices.
Ven, ven a vivir, ven,
ven a vivir, ven
y yo te haré feliz.

Los chicos con las chicas deben estar
las chicas con los chicos deben vivir
y estando todos juntos deben cantar.

Mammy Blue

I may be your forgotten son
who wandered off at twenty one
it's sad to find myself at home

oh ma.

If I could only hold your hand
and say I'm sorry yes I am
I'm sure you really understand
oh
Ma
where are you now.

Oh
Mamy
oh
Mamy - Mamy - blue
oh
Mamy - Blue

The house we shared upon the hill
seems lifeless but it's standing still
and memories of childhood days
fill my mind
oh Mamy
Mamy
Mamy.

I've seen enough of different lights
seen tired days and lonely nights
and now without you by my side
I'm lost
how can I survive.

Oh
Mamy...

Nobody who takes care of me
who loves me
who has time for me
the walls look silent at my face
oh
Ma
so dead is our place.
 

The sky is dark
the wind is rough
and now I know what I have lost
the house is not a home at all
I'm leaving
the future seems so small.

Lola

La otra noche bailando estaba con Lola
y me dijo que se encontraba muy sola,
que pensaba que yo no la quería
y creía que yo salía con otra.
Sabes que no es verdad, nunca te miento.
Deja ya de llorar, porque te quiero.
Nunca estuve con otra,
Tú eres la única Lola.
La besé en la cara,
la besé en la boca,
ella sonriendo me miró.
La otra noche bailando estaba con Lola,
como niños besándonos en la sombra.

En Aranjuez con tu Amor

Junto a ti, al pasar las horas, mi amorAranjuez,
Un lugar de ensuenos y de amor
Donde u rumor de fuentes
de cristal
En el jardin parece hablar
En voz baja a las rosas

Aranjuez,
Hoy las hojas secas sin color
Que barre el viento
Son recuerdos del romance
Que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon olvidamos
Quiza ese amor escondido este
En un atardecer
En la brisa o en la flor
Esperando tu regreso
Aranjuez,
Hoy las hojas secas sin color
Que barre el viento
Son recuerdos del romace
Que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon olvidamos
En Aranjuez, amor
Tu y yo

La Bambola

Tu mi fai girar tu mi fai
girar come fossi una bambola
Poi mi butti giù poi mi butti giù
come fossi una bambola.
Non ti accorgi quando piango,
quando sono triste e stanca
tu pensi solo per te.

No, ragazzo no, no ragazzo
no, del mio amore non ridere.
Non ci gioco più quando
giochi tu sai far male
da piangere.
Da stasera la mia vita
Nelle mani di un ragazzo
no, non la metterò più.
No ragazzo no, tu non
mi metterai tra le dieci
bambole che non ti
piacciono più
oh no, oh no.

Tu mi fai girar tu mi fai
girar come fossi una bambola
Poi mi butti giù poi mi butti giù
come fossi una bambola.
Non ti accorgi quando piango,
quando sono triste e stanca
tu pensi solo per te.

No ragazzo no, tu non
mi metterai tra le dieci
bambole che non ti
piacciono più.

Wednesday morning, 3 a.m.

I can hear the soft breathing Of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me Asleep with the night And her hair, in a fine mist Floats on my pillow Reflecting the glow Of the winter moonlight She is soft, she is warm But my heart remains heavy And I watch as her breasts Gently rise, gently fall For I know with the first light of dawn I’ll be leaving And tonight will be All I have left to recall Oh, what have I done, Why have I done it? I’ve committed a crime, I have broken the law For twenty-five dollars And pieces of silver I held up and robbed A hard liquor store My life seems unreal, My crime an illusion A scene badly written In which I must play Yet I know as I gaze At my young love beside me The morning is just a few hours away

A church is burning

A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying "You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free" Three hooded men thru the back road did creep Torches in their hands, while the village lies asleep Down to the church, where just hours before Voices were singing and hands were beating And saying "I won’t be a slave any more" And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying the fire is saying "You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free" Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark Then they faded in the night, and they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning, there’s nothing that remains But the ashes of a Bible and can of kerosene And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying, the fire is saying "You can burn down my churches, but I shall be free" A church is more than just timber and stone And freedom is a dark road when you’re walking it alone But the future is now, and it’s time to take a stand So the lost bells of freedom can ring out in my land And a church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying, aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying the fire is saying "You can burn down our churches, but I shall be free"

For Emily, whenever I may find her

What a dream I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways As I walked on And when you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke and felt you warm and near I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears Oh, I love you, girl Oh, I love you

The sound of silence

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 sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone ‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound 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 No one dare Disturb the sound of silence “Fools” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grow 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 sign said "The words of the prophets Are written on subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sounds of silence"

I am a rock

A winter’s day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I’ve built walls A fortress, steep and mighty That none may penetrate I have no need of friendship Friendship causes pain. It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain. I am a rock I am an island Don’t talk of love Well, I’ve heard the words before It’s sleeping in my memory And I won’t disturb the slumber Of feelings that have died If I never loved, I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room Safe within my womb I touch no one and no one touches me I am a rock I am an island And a rock feels no pain And an island never cries

Blessed

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I’ve walked around SoHo for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn’t matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers ,pot sellers, illusion dwellers O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down like a wound That I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, windowpane glass Blessed is the church service, makes, me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers O Lord, Why have you forsaken me? I have tended my own garden much too long

A hazy shade of winter

Time, time, time See what’s become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army band Down by the riverside’s Bound to be a better ride Than what you’ve got planned Carry your cup in your hand And look around you Leaves are brown, now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hang on to your hopes, my friend That’s an easy thing to say But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend That you can build them again Look around The grass is high The fields are ripe It’s the springtime of my life Seasons change with the scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won’t you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme Drinking my vodka and lime I look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Look around Leaves are brown There’s a patch of snow on the ground Look around Leaves are brown There’s a patch of snow on the ground

Richard Cory

They say that Richard Cory Owns one-half of this whole town With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker’s only child He had everything a man could want Power, grace and style But I work in his factory And I curse the life I’m living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show And the rumor of his party and the orgies on his yacht! Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he’s got But I work in his factory And I curse the life I’m living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head" But I work in his factory And I curse the life I’m living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory

The dangling conversation

It’s a still-life watercolor Of a now late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtain lace And shadows wash the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our places with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time And the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives Yes,we speak of thing that matter With words that must be said “Can analysis be worthwhile?” “Is the theatre really dead?” And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You’re a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives

The 59th street bridge song

Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy Hello, lamppost, what’cha knowin’? I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’ Ain’t’cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in doo-doo, feelin’ groovy Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy I got no deeds to do No promises to keep I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you All is groovy

A poem on the underground wall

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can touch or catch And hidden deep within his pocket Safe within his silent socket He holds a colored crayon Now from the tunnel’s stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And opens wide and welcome doors But he hesitates, then withdraws Deeper in the shadows And the train is gone suddenly On wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany And he holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his hand Now from his pocket quick he flashes The crayon on the wall he slashes Deep upon the advertising A single-worded poem comprised Of four letters And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding The poem across the tracks rebounding Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night