Here Comes the Rain Again

 (*) Annie Lennox, David A. Stewart y Eurythmics

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(Here is comes again, here it comes again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your…

Baker street

 (*) Gerry Rafferty

Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about ev'rything

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about ev'rything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
'Cause he's rollin', he's the rolling stone
When you wake up, it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin', it's a new mornin'
You're goin', you're goin' home

Esta boca es mía

 

(*) Joaquín Sabina

Más vale que no tengas que elegir 
entre el olvido y la memoria, 
entre la nieve y el sudor. 

Será mejor que aprendas a vivir 
sobre la línea divisoria 
que va del tedio a la pasión. 

No dejes que te impidan galopar 
ni los ladridos de los perros 
ni la quijada de Caín. 

Que no te dé el insomnio por contar 
las gaviotas del destierro, 
las amapolas de París. 

Te engañas si me quieres confundir 
esta canción desesperada 
no tiene orgullo ni moral 
se trata sólo de poder dormir 
sin discutir con la almohada 
dónde está el bien, dónde está el mal. 

La guerra que se acerca estallará 
mañana lunes por la tarde 
y tú en el cine sin saber 
quién es el malo mientras la ciudad 
se llena de árboles que arden 
y el cielo aprende a envejecer. 

Y sal ahí 
a defender el pan y la alegría. 
Y sal ahí 
para que sepan 
que esta boca es mía.