Lyrics


Don’t cry for me Argentina
The time you have free
The Cumparsita
I’d be surpisingly good for you
Nothing I have of you


Don’t cry for me Argentina

Andrew Lloyd Webber/ Tim Rice

This won’t be easy,
you’ll think it’s strange.
When I try to explain how I feel –
that I still need your love
after all that I’ve done.

You won’t believe me.
All you will see is a girl you once knew,
although she’s dressed up to the nines –
for sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen.
I had to change.
Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel.
Looking out of the window,
staying out of the sun.
So I choose freedom.
Running around, trying everything new.
But nothing impressed me at all.
I never expected it too.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina.
The truth is I never left you.
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise, don’t keep your distance.

And as for fortune,
and as for fame,
I never invited them in –
though it appeared, to the world,
they were all I desired.
They are illusions,
they’re not the solutions they promised to be.
The answer was here all the time.
I love you, and hope you love me.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina.
The truth is I never left you.
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise, don’t keep your distance.

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The Time You Have Free
Waltz
J. A. Espinosa “Ferrusquilla”

The time you have free
if it is possible
dedicate it to me
in exchange for my whole life
or what is left of it
that i am offering you
give preference to attend to
all those people that ask you for love
and the time you have free
if it is possible
dedicate it to me
the time you have free
if it is possible
dedicate it to me
don’t matter if it’s two minutes
or only one
I will be happy as long as
we live together the best part
dedicated to me
and then when they claim you
and call you once again
I will repeat
but the time that you have free
dedicate it to me
the time you have free
if it is possible
for God dedicate it to me

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The Cumparsita
Tango
Enrique Maroni and Pascual Contursi

Why I sing like this
Celedonio Flores

Because as a young girl
My Mother’s tangos rocked me to sleep
And I heard the whine of the bandoneon
Under the vines in my old courtyard,
Because I saw the parade of harshness
With my needy weeping, open eyes,
And in the humble room of my loving parents
Winter sang its poverty song.

I grew up with tangos
I was nurtured in hate, in sadness,
In the bitterness caused by poverty,
In the weeping of mothers, in rebellions,
In the rebellion of the strong
Who has to cross his arms
When hunger comes,
And I grew up with tangos
Because the tango is brave, because the tango is strong,
It has the smell of life, it has the taste of death.

Because I wandered blindly, looking for happiness
And spent my life linking dreams,
Because I’m a tree that never flowered,
Because I’m a dog that has no owner,
Because I have hatred I never mention,
Because when I love I bleed with kisses,
Because I loved much, but haven’t been loved,
That is why I sing so sadly, that is why.

The masked parade of endless miseries
promenades around that sick being
that soon will die of sorrow.

That’s why in its bed
cries mournfully remembering the past
that makes it suffer.

If you knew, that still within my soul,
I keep the love I had for you…
Who knows, if you knew that I never forgot you,
returning to your past, you would remember me…

The friends do not come not even to visit me,
nobody wants to console me in my affliction…
Since the day you left I feel anguish in my chest
tell me, woman, what have you done with my poor heart?

Not even the morning sun shines through the window of the
abandon bedroom like it did when you where there,
and the other day, the little dog who was my companion left me too,
he would not eat in your absence.

To the abandoned bedroom now not even the morning sun
shows through the window the way as when you were there,
and that little dog partner, that because of your absence would not
eat on seeing me alone the other day also left me.

Nevertheless, I always remember you
with the holy love that I had for you.
And you are everywhere, piece of my life,
and those eyes that were my happiness
I search for them everywhere and I can’t find them.

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I’d be surprisingly good for you
Andrew Lloyd Webber / Tim Rice

It seems crazy but you must believe
There’s nothing calculated nothing planned
Please forgive me if I seem naive
I would never want to force your hand
But please understand I’d be good for you

I don’t always rush in like this
Twenty seconds after saying hello
Telling strangers I’m too good to miss
If I’m wrong I hope you tell me so
But you really should know I’d be good for you
I’d be surprisingly good for you

I won’t go on if I’m boring you
But do you understand my point of view
Do you like what you hear what you see and would you be
Good for me too

I’m not talking of a hurried night
A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That’s not the reason that I caught your eye
Which has to imply I’d be good for you
I’d be surprisingly good for you

Peron: Please go on you enthrall me
I can understand you perfectly
And I like what I hear what I see
And knowing me I would be good for you too

Eva: I’m not talking of a hurried night
A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That’s not the reason that I caught your eye
Which has to imply I’d be good for you
I’d be surprisingly good for you

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Nothing I have of you
Horacio Guarany

Nothing I have of you and I have everything…
Although you do not know it, you are so mine.
you were mine, for a long time, when the Autumn
it showed me to the door of my gardens.

It saw you happen as a star
done everything of light, but so far.
And today that so close you are I cannot love you
because your heart already has owner.

I know that you want to me, my love,
culprit I am of to have arrived late.
And now that you die with my death
I ask, what is the life without having you?

I know that although you also deny it you suffer.
The rose is not happy between stones.
Your eyes and your voice, done of weeping,
pregúntanme: why you took as much?

What will know of the love those that they have to you…
love… it was my to shut up therefore time.
Love… was my to always suffer in silence
And he is still today to die when I think to you.

Let us play the love since it is very late
in order to make the love all a life,
Let us play the love and in one night
et us cure of once so many wounds.

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