Sembra un angelo caduto dal cielo com’e’ vestita quando entra al “Sassofono Blu” ma si annoia appoggiata a uno specchio tra fanatici in pelle che la scrutano senza poesia sta perdendo, sta perdendo, sta perdendo, sta perdendo sta perdendo, sta perdendo, sta perdendo, sta perdendo tempo
Una sera incontro’ un ragazzo gentile lui quella sera era un lampo e guardarlo era quasi uno shock e tornando, e tornando, e tornando, e tornando e tornando, e tornando, e tornando, e tornando a casa
Lei ballera’ tra le stelle accese e scoprira’, scoprira’ l’amore l’amore disperato
Dopo quella volta lei lo perse di vista disperata lo aspetta ogni sera al “Sassofono Blu” una notte da lupi lei stava piangendo quella notte il telefono strillo’ come un gallo sta chiamando, sta chiamando, sta chiamando, sta chiamando sta chiamando, sta chiamando, sta chiamando, sta chiamando lui
Sembra un angelo caduto dal cielo quando si incontrano toccarsi e’ proprio uno shock e tremando, e tremando, e tremando, e tremando e tremando, e tremando, e tremando, e tremando forte
Lei ballera’ tra le stelle accese e scoprira’, scoprira’ l’amore l’amore disperato
¿Soy la única que entiende "por la calle siendo un botijo" en vez de "por la calle sin rumbo fijo"? :)
(Por si falla el tubito, que últimamente...)
El tema es una versión de 'Vesti Azul', compuesto por Nonato Buzar y convertido en éxito de la mano de Wilson Simonal.
La verdad es que tienen bastante poco que ver, es como si el 'Soy Rebelde' de Jeanette lo interpretara Pedro Marín hasta el culo de popper (como parece ser habitual en esta nueva estapa suya tan "eurotrash").
Moz versiona este archiconocido tema de Mercer y Mancini, popularizado por Andy Williams (mira tú si ganó fama y parné gracias a ella que le puso su nombre al teatro que abrió en los '90).
Es imaginarmelo à la Audrey Hepburn, en la ventana y con la toallica en la cabeza, y descojonarme.
Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing Happy being no-one but themselves Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes Who think its very clever to be cruel to you
For you were so different You stood all alone And you knew That it had to be so Avoiding ordinary boys Happy going nowhere, just around here In their rattling cars
Ordinary girls Never seeing further Than the cold, small streets That trap them But you were so different You had to say no When those empty fools Tried to change you, and claim you For the lair of their ordinary world
Where they feel so lucky So lucky, so lucky With their lives laid out before them They are lucky So lucky, so lucky So lucky, so...
Kaiser Chiefs - Never Miss a Beat
What did you learn today? (I learned nothin') What did you do today? (I did nothin') What did you learn at school? (I didn't go) Why didn't you go to school? (I don't know)
It's cool to know nothin' It's cool to know nothin'
Television's on the blink (there's nothin' on it) I really wanna really big coat (with words on it) What do you want for tea? (I want crisps) Why didn't you join the team? (I just didn't)
It's cool to know nothin' It's cool to know nothin'
Take a look, take a look, take a look at the Kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a beat-beat, beat-beat Take a look at the kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a Never miss a beat Never miss a beat
Here comes the referee (the light's flashin') Best bit of the day (now that's livin') Why don't you run away? (are you kiddin'?) What is the golden rule? (you say nothin')
It's cool to know nothin' It's cool to know nothin'
Take a look, take a look, take a look at the Kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a beat-beat, beat-beat Take a look at the kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a Never miss a beat Never miss a beat
Take a look, take a look, take a look at the Kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a beat-beat, beat-beat Take a look at the kids on the street No they never miss a beat No they never miss a beat Never miss a beat Never miss a Never miss a beat Never miss a beat
